Edward's face was pale, his tousled hair, and his eyes were clear and sad. He stayed there, alone. Separating from the person he loves, does he return to spy on the dangerous and beautiful world outside. In that snowy sky alone, I missed the carve man he used to under the heavy snow.
In the snowy winter. An elderly lady said to her little granddaughter: "At this time, a person is carving a beautiful statue in that old castle." Perhaps this is the most beautiful story I have ever heard.
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