Anderson drove through the night to Crocksten.

Snowflakes swirled in the dark. His entire world echoed with Ayanna's words,

"I love you, Mr. Anderson."

Outside the car, snow settled like frost.

Inside, he didn’t turn on the heat. In the depths of winter, he wore only a shirt in the middle of the night. His body was nearly frozen, but inside, it felt as if a fire was burning.

He didn't know what his feelings for Ayanna were.

He hadn't given it much thought in the past. After all, all his love and hatred were directed at someone else. Now, however, that single phrase, "I love you, Mr. Anderson," echoed deafeningly in his ears, refusing to fade away.

Five hours later, his car stopped in front of the small villa. A thin layer of snow covered the ground before it.

It turned out that it also snowed in Crocksten. The entire world was covered in snow, including his heart. He took the key, unlocked the gate, and slowly stepped into Ayanna's place.

The garden was filled with camell