winter rose

The heavy snow in Siberia covered the entire train track. The train came from the wet and cold England to the warm south.

At this time, the crowd slowed down like the train and stopped at the platform.

"Soldier. Let's go home on this train."

The female voice is soft and firm, reminiscent of a rose with thorns.

"Willing to obey."

So, a snowflake covered the red flower.

"They made a bet before getting in the car. I don't like it much."

The soldier beside him didn't respond, the black mask was still firmly fastened to his face, the straps were knotted behind the ears.The woman wrapped in a dark blue windbreaker tilted her head to look at him, smiled, and raised her hand to take off his mask.

Cold fingertips brushed over the earlobe, and the soldier in black turned stiffly to look at her.

With a smile on her lips, she watched his ears turn red.

She asked, James Buchanan Barnes, do you want to know what they bet on.

The moment she spoke the strange but familiar name with her own unique voice, the soldier's indifferent eyes flashed vividly.

So she stood up and closed the door of the carriage, turned around and leaned against the door, half of the dark blue women's coat slipped off, revealing the wine red dress underneath.

and a patch of fair skin.

The soldier's eyes moved.

She leaned over, resting his chin with one hand, her lipsticked lips rising and falling slightly as she spoke.

she asked.

"Soldier, you want to know, what did they bet on?"

His gaze shifted from her neck, which seemed to be so fragile that it would break if she exerted too much force, to her eyes.

A pair of dark green eyes.

It is more appropriate to say that it is black than green.Because there seems to be something more in it.

what is it then.

The soldier couldn't figure it out, just looked into her eyes.

"You really can't guess it." She asked with a smile, and there was a little bit of moisture in her dark green eyes.

The train was about to enter the cave tunnel, and she was close to his left ear.

"Bucky, guess what."

One second before entering the darkness, the soldier suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Peri...?"

The water in those dark green eyes flowed from the corners of the curved eyes to the corners of the mouth, followed by a long kiss, which hung on the soldier's lips.

Small grunts and heavy breathing sounded in the carriage.

When the train drove out of the tunnel, the soldiers saw the eyes under the sun after the snow.

Dark green, and a kind of bitter black.

He thought, he knew the secret in those eyes.

Because he saw himself in the bitter dark green.

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