The Flames of Death

The corners of her mouth curved upward, her whole body was no longer cold, as if it had been infused with blood-red passion, and the emeralds on her hands glowed purple. The letter danced gently in her hand. The lavender hair is no longer listless, flowing down like a waterfall. Snowflakes poured out of her body one after another, like messengers of love sending a solemn declaration to heaven and earth. The elves outside the door were stunned, still not believing that their master had indulged in the flames of love. This is our first article, maybe you can't appreciate it all, but this is our dream~~~~Smile, bow~~~