After a lively and warm party, the winds of winter drift through Christmas, and the thought that Yui keeps hidden in her heart flickers from its touch. She knows there will be prayers left unanswered, and wishes that these will remain wishes forever, but she knows for sure that there is something she wants. She doesn't care if it's a lie, if it's wrong, if it's not how things are supposed to go. So long as she can hold that hand. It is, after all, a night of wishes, with as many stories to be counted as there are wishes whispered in the wind. This is one such story, the story of Yui Yuigahama.

(Source: Shogakukan, translated)