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Ever since Uncle Qiusheng said those words by the riverbank.

Okazaki Tomoya then completely accepted Nagisa's decision.

He was no longer afraid, no longer running away.

He quit his job that required frequent overtime.

I changed jobs to be closer to home, just so I could spend more time with Nagisa.

The days slipped by in a calm tinged with anticipation and unease.

Autumn goes, winter comes.

The town welcomed its first snowfall.

At first, it was just fine snowflakes, carried by the cold wind, tapping against the window.

Tomoya and Nagisa sat in the warm living room, watching a boring variety show on TV while preparing small clothes and toys for their unborn child.

"Tomoya, look."

Nagisa held up a small, newly knitted sweater, her face beaming with a happy smile.

"Our children would look adorable wearing that."

As Tomoya gazed at her gentle profile and the snowflakes growing larger outside the window, an unprecedented sense of tranquility welled up within him.

If things just continue like this, everything will be fine.

However, the script of fate is never written by man.

Overnight, the wind and snow changed drastically.

The next morning, Tomoya was awakened from his sleep by a series of sharp whistling sounds.

He drew back the curtains and froze.

The streets outside the window are no longer the familiar ones.

The entire world was swallowed up by an endless expanse of white.

The snow fell thick and fast, reducing visibility to less than five meters.

The strong wind whipped up the snow on the ground, forming white tornadoes.

On television, the news anchor was issuing an emergency alert in an unprecedentedly solemn tone.

"...Due to extreme weather, our city has experienced a severe snowstorm, the worst in decades. Currently, all transportation in the city is completely paralyzed, and all main roads are closed. Please stay home and do not go out..."

Just then, a suppressed cry of pain came from behind.

Tomoya's heart skipped a beat. He rushed back to the bedroom and saw Nagisa leaning against the bed, her face pale and her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

"Nagisa! What's wrong?"

"Tomoya."

Nagisa's voice trembled slightly, but her face showed a hint of maternal joy.

"It looks like she's about to give birth."

She's about to give birth.

Tomoya's mind went blank for a moment.

He forced himself to calm down, rushed to the phone, grabbed the receiver, and was about to dial the hospital's emergency number.

All that came through the receiver was a series of cold, busy tones.

The telephone line was broken by the weight of the snow.

A chill ran from Tomoya's feet and instantly spread throughout his body.

"It's okay, we'll go to the hospital ourselves!"

He rushed to the door, flung it open, and prepared to go downstairs to get his car.

However, the scene outside the door plunged him into utter despair.

The corridor in the building was half blocked by snow that had poured in through the windows.

Downstairs, the secondhand car he relied on for survival was already buried under snow, leaving only a blurry outline of its roof.

The road to the hospital was completely blocked.

At this moment, this small rented room became an isolated island, a desperate cage surrounded by wind and snow.

......

The airing of this episode made all the viewers' hearts jump into their throats.

After a long silence, the comments section erupted in a tidal wave of terror.

No! Not at a time like this!

[This snow is making me anxious! You old scoundrel Su, have some decency! Please stop this snow!]

Where's the ambulance? The helicopter? Please, please help!

I can't watch anymore, I really can't watch anymore, I feel like I can't breathe.

Every second was torture.

The camera constantly switches between the warm indoor lighting and the howling blizzard outside the window.

Every switch feels like a deep gash being torn open in the hearts of the audience.

The indoor lighting seemed so fragile, as if it would be swallowed up by the wind and snow outside the window at any moment.

Hope is being eroded little by little.

.....

Healing Animation Company, Animation Screening Room.

The atmosphere was incredibly oppressive.

Several young animators couldn't bear to watch any longer. They covered their mouths and ran out of the screening room, their suppressed retching sounds echoing down the corridor.

Shen Qingyue stared intently at the screen, her fingernails digging deeply into her palms from the force.

When she saw Tomoya kneeling helplessly beside the phone, dialing the number that could never be reached again and again.

Her psychological defenses completely collapsed.

She stood up abruptly, said nothing, and fled from the suffocating place as if escaping.

Su Bai was the only one left in the entire screening room.

He sat alone in the darkness, calmly watching the snow-covered town on the screen, watching the family struggling in despair.

His face remained completely expressionless.

He picked up the coffee on the table, which had long since gone cold, took a small sip, and muttered to himself.

"This despair is not enough; when the flame of miracle is rekindled, that light will be enough to scorch every soul."

......

In the anime, just as Tomoya was about to be consumed by despair, the door was suddenly kicked open.

Akio and Sanae rushed in, covered in snow.

"Hey kid! What are you standing there for! Quickly boil some water!"

Uncle Akio's roar pulled Tomoya back from the brink of collapse.

Looking at the two elderly people, whose faces were also full of anxiety, yet who still tried to remain calm.

Tomoya knew that he was not fighting alone.

He rallied and began preparing everything according to Aunt Sanae's instructions.

Time passed, second by second.

The wind and snow outside the window showed no signs of abating.

The atmosphere inside the room grew increasingly tense.

Nagisa's cries of pain became more and more frequent, and weaker and weaker.

Her vitality is being rapidly drained away over time.

Tomoya held her hand tightly; that hand, which was always warm, was now as cold as ice.

There's nothing he can do.

He could only watch helplessly as the person he loved most slowly walked towards death before his eyes.

He remembered the large family of dumplings that Nagisa had mentioned when she first encouraged him.

He recalled their awkward yet sincere confession on the stage of the school festival play.

He remembered the happy expression on Nagisa's face after she found out she was pregnant.

Memories flashed through his mind like sharp knives, cutting back and forth across his heart.

He looked up at the white world outside the window and the thought of prayer arose in his heart.

God.

If you really exist.

Please.

Please save her.

I would give anything for it.

My life, my future, everything I have is yours.

Please, please, let this damn snow stop.

Please, let her live.

However, the only response he received was the increasingly intense sound of wind and snow outside the window.

It was as if it was mocking his overestimation of his abilities.

It also seemed to be announcing that a tragedy, which was already destined to happen, was about to unfold.