She broke through the ice and began to escape.
The entire prairie is not in myths and clouds.
It's under her white bare feet!
She runs. The skirts and sleeves are flying, and the frail figure is as thin as a trace, as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and flutters like snow in the flowing wind. She kept running forward. Keep breathing, keep walking, go to the top of freedom!
Xiaowei.
Conception:
Why is Chapter 2 locked? QAQ