Just in the mist, stood a young girl.
She held a pitch-black parasol, and her face was covered by thick shadows. However, her hands reached out toward the brilliant world outside the umbrella eaves, staying in the center of the sun, mist, and faint iridescence.
That slender palm was whiter than heavy frost and snow. It was so white that it was transparent and sickly, conveying some kind of ominous signal.
At this moment, a gust of wind picked up, and the eaves of the dark parasol were slightly raised.
As a result, Xie Liangzhu saw the girl's reality hidden in the shadows - snow-skinned and pale hair, without any pigment, like a fragile statue carved from ice and snow.
She is an albino.
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The original text was published in "Yilin·Light Novel" 201303
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