At night, the most ordinary night in winter, the temperature is very low, and the hot air in the mouths of pedestrians on the road exhales again and again, and the thin white silk disappears into the air at once.

It was an ordinary winter night, cold except cold.

In a remote village, a faint light emanates from a slightly dilapidated house

"Daddy, why do they say I'm a monster?" The little girl asked suspiciously, pulling on the sleeve of the man lying on the bed.

The middle-aged man raised his hand with some difficulty, slowly touched the girl's head, and stroked it gently.

"Your hair is black, no one in the village has ever seen it."

"Am I a monster then?" The girl asked again.

The man shook his head with a smile and said, "These are just your appearances, you are you." ”

"I still don't understand, I'm me, who else can I be?" The girl still had questions.

The man looked at the girl and smiled faintly, but did not answer her.

The night was cold and silent in the depths of winter, except for the north wind whistling and the lights in the room flickering slightly.

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