Nuowei straightened up from the bed and found that the frost flowers were already full. So he shook his head in those hexagonal subtle spaces, trying to wake up.
He subconsciously wiped away the hazy layer of fog on the glass, and the pain of tearing his mucosa finally woke him up completely. He breathed into his palm and took his blue fingers into his mouth. There was an elf outside the window that died in a strange posture and condensed there. It was hard to tell whether it froze to death like the little girl did, or whether it chose to die on its own. The sunlight will dissolve its body, and it will rise like a mermaid into the pure high air. The side refraction angles of the crystal are different, which is as thrilling as a fairy tale.