There’s nothing. Not a sound of wind or even sign of life in the air.
Like the world that had numbly welcoming the death, there was only the ashen color of snows.
Silent, soundless fall of flakes…
“It always same…” Yao whispered lightly, serene expression in his face.
When he opened his eyes, a pair of gold were glistening, cold and
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