Hermione huddled in the corner of the cabin, a candle lit on a low stool next to her.
The dim light was occasionally fragmented by the cold wind blowing in through the gaps.
It's so cold, she thought.
Hermione glanced at the man huddled on the other side. The man's light blond hair looked dim and greasy under the vague light. She wanted to get up, but the moment she stood up again, she felt that all the heat that had finally accumulated in her body had disappeared. She drew back again.
"When will this snowstorm end?"
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Dehe has always been a BGCP that I like very much. I usually read a lot and write less. I was not very satisfied with the two short articles in the past, so this time I want to really write about Dehe in my heart.
I would like to try my best to avoid OOC, but it may not be possible. Criticisms welcome.
Note: This article is a short to medium-sized article with a sad ending. The update time is irregular and the speed is very slow. Be cautious when entering this pit.