"Bang" was accompanied by a gunshot, and she fell backwards. The white snow was stuck in her hair. Turning her face sideways, she saw the blood on her forehead falling on the white snow drop by drop.
She remembered the fairy tales her mother had told before,
"I wish that my little daughter's skin would be as fair and rosy as the white snow and the bright red blood, as gorgeous and tender as the ebony wood of the window."
That is the story of Snow White.
She shrunk a bit, maybe because she was too cold and too numb. At this time, she really didn't know she was cold. However, he stared blankly at the lead-colored sky with his eyes open, and pieces of snowflakes falling from time to time.
Breathing quietly, she is the only one in the world here.
Is this the world described in fairy tales? She closed her eyes and smiled lightly...