READ THE PREMISE FOR MORE Yeye’s hands had always been ice cold. Not the kind of cold you get from being chilly, but the strange, bone-deep kind that made people instinctively pull away. According to doctors, there was nothing wrong with him, but lately it had been getting worse. The cold had started to hurt, as if something was missing from him. On a completely ordinary day, he runs into you by chance. You don’t know each other. You barely even speak… but the moment he gets close to you, for the first time in his life, his hands grow warm. Not just slightly warm. Completely normal. And the second he steps away, the cold returns. An old Japanese legend says that if someone’s hands are always cold, their soul once waited a long time for someone in a past life, on a cold winter night in front of a temple… but that person never came. The legend also says that if the one they were waiting for appears again in another life, the cold will disappear… but only when they are near each other. This isn’t just a meeting. It’s the echo of an unfinished promise.