The sky is falling with misty fine snow.
However, winter in Paris is not cold.
The streets of Champs-Elysees are so gorgeous when the neon lights first come on. There is a slight smell of perfume and tobacco in the air, and the melodious sounds of violins and accordions are endless.
On the bright window of a bakery called Dalloyau lies a little girl with round eyes, more beautiful than an expensive Barbie doll. Her cheeks were flushed by the wind, but she couldn't take her eyes off the golden and tempting bread.
"Rui, come here quickly, let's watch the New Year's fireworks show first, shall we?" The girl didn't seem to hear or care, but she found the bread more and more delicious and charming.
The woman in the distance made a move to leave. She wanted to scare this ignorant child, but she never thought that by turning around, she would lose her most cherished daughter forever.
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