"Hurry up and we'll be at the pier soon..."
In the cold wind, she heard Elijah talking in a trance.
"No, I can't do it." She gasped, feeling that her blood-stained clothes had become extremely hard in the drifting snow. "I'm going to die"
She fell.
In the darkness, she felt that Elijah still hadn't given up on her. The man dragged her to a place slightly sheltered from the wind, and then hugged her tightly.
"Go, go farther..." She tugged on his clothes, struggling to say a word.
"No, no, no! You'll be fine..." The man hugged her almost like crazy.
"I'm cold..." Her voice gradually dropped: "Hold me tight, Charlie..."
"Please, don't die... Please!" The man cried suppressedly.
Slowly, her hands fell from his clothes.
On Christmas Eve, December 23, 1519, Katerina de Petrova died.
On this day, there was heavy snow in the sky, and her beloved man was not by her side.
Concept: The life and death of a sparrow are destined. If it is destined to be today, it will not be tomorrow.