Dominic Dai Vincent Armoto
It was quiet. Too quiet. Alas, it was simply not the case.
With each crunch from the snow in the hibernating town, the wind would scream as if saying be quiet to a noisy kid.
The lantern glowed dimly convincing the shadows to run away from it, or they would disappear.
As the figure continued on to what they called home, the trees waved once in farewell.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: AzTruyen.Top