Why Can’t I Just Like Him?

Amidst the heavy snowfall, she stood out in her thin black attire, her brows slightly furrowed.

He couldn’t help but notice that he, as a man, was wearing more layers than her. Wasn’t she feeling cold?

Lowering his head, he presented the delicate black veil in his hands and said, “Please, Princess, take it back. I merely happened to pass by and, being ignorant of the customs, I instinctively caught it. I apologize for any offense I caused, and I humbly request your forgiveness.”

A barely visible smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she gently touched the black veil he offered with her slender, snow-white hand.

Her voice was soft as she asked, “So, Lord, do you believe it was the veil that chose you, or was it you who chose the veil? Or perhaps, it was a mutual attraction between you and it?”

He didn’t understand the meaning behind her words, but what concerned him more was the bone-chilling coldness she felt when she touched his hand.