White lights appeared from the end of the sky, hanging precariously in the air and slowly sinking. Once they found a place to rest, they would never leave, and the one in Arnold's hand was no exception. It lay quietly on the cold-red skin, and then coquettishly melted into the palm lines. Arnold felt that his body temperature might have been taken away a little, and he shivered from the cold.
She tried her best to pull her skirt down a little, and breathed into her hands, and then a white mass spread out in the already frozen air, and the scene in front of her was blurred. Arnold looked at it in trance, until another shiver brought her back to reality. She quickly closed her mouth regretfully. The warmth in the body is not enough, how can we let them escape again.
The snow was so heavy that it changed the color of the neighborhood, Arnold thought to himself.
In the small town where Arnold lives, different people live in different neighborhoods and have different colors. If you look down from a high altitude, the town looks like a palette full of paint. The circular grid in the middle is filled with white paint, which is the central square of the town. The five surrounding grids are filled with pink, bright yellow, bright red, bright green and turquoise paints. The five colors are five different living areas, belonging to angels, alchemists, ordinary humans, magicians and demons.
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