This place was not modern. There was no scalpel or anesthetic, but this rotten meat had to be cut off.
She was surrounded by a small, empty house. Outside the window was a snow of goose feathers that fluttered for ten miles. She sat here alone, feeling like a winter in an orphanage when she was a child.
At that time, the children were playing the game of hide-and-seek. She was the "ghost ". The architectural style of the orphanage inherited the Gothic style of the and Middle Ages. She hid behind the stone statue that held the sword.
From dusk to night, only when her body was frozen did she walk out. Only then did she realize that the children had already returned.
Although it was not intentional, no one remembered her existence.
Mu Shiyi sniffed his slightly sour nose, but his violet
