Meng Zhidong was accustomed to the darkness around her, and it was not an exaggeration to say that she had already blended into it. She seemed to be lying in the ice and snow, letting the frost cover and submerge her. Occasionally, when she was really hurt by the cold, she stretched out her arms and kicked her legs to prove that she was still alive.
However, unexpectedly, a cluster of fierce red flames suddenly appeared, gradually melting the ice and snow around her.
Redemptive literature?
NO! NO! NO!
White and black?
YES! YES! YES!
The whole process is sweet and cruelty-free, please enjoy it~
