Life and Death Are Vast

The weather in Eastern Europe was so cold that it could make one froze. A gust of cold wind came blowing, making her so cold that she shivered. The cold wind slapped on her face like a sharp knife cutting her skin.

Her heart was like placed in the winter, and Mr. Kurt was shouting in the back.

Little Seven, Little Seven, where are you going?

Little Seven, don't go…

Little Seven, Anthony was going to die… Come and take a look…

Little Seven… She was no longer Little Seven and there was no Anthony in the world. The cold wind hurt her eyes and Meng Lianying started to scream in a sorrowful manner, and it touched her heart.

Mo Ye…

There was a warm hand on her shoulder, but Zero's voice sounded cold. "Why, do you pity him now?"