The winter was cold, and it snowed overnight in the imperial capital last night.

It was evening, there was no sun, and the sky was gray and gloomy, with a little gloomy, cold and oppressive.

The streets are as prosperous as ever, and the pedestrians walk on the ground in thick clothes, and they breathe white air when they talk, which is very winter-like.

The eaves and street lamps are also covered with white snow.

In the alley, more than a dozen stray cats are gathering under one roof, desperately eating the food in front of them.

From time to time, I make a snoring sound, which is very satisfying.

In front of them, a thin girl was slowly pouring cat food into the bowl in front of them.

She lowered her head and couldn't see her face clearly, but she could feel that her temperament was very clean and cold, and her movements were slow.

The wild cats around her were not afraid of her, but there were a few well-fed ones rubbing affectionately on her legs.

Make grandma's cat meow.

Apparently this is not the first time she has come to feed these kittens.

There were even some other cats in the vicinity, who heard the movement and came over at this time, meowing and wanting to eat.

"Don't worry, it'll be there."

The girl seemed to have some voice to soothe, and there was no fluctuation in her tone.

The voice is soft, with an ethereal touch, which is extremely good.

However, the cat food she brought was simply not enough for so many stray cats.

After a while, she looked at the empty cat food packaging bag in her hand and seemed to frown.

Shook it, and the last few pieces of cat food came out of it.

Her tone finally brought a little surprise: "Ah, no." ”

Looking at the kitten in front of her, which was still waiting to be fed, she reached out and touched one of the heads.

He continued to say in that soft voice, "Wait a minute, I'll buy it for you." ”

She stood up and showed her full picture.

It was a very good-looking girl, wearing a white woolen coat and a gray scarf, and her long black hair was softly draped over her shoulders.

A porcelain white, almost flawless little face, lined with even more thrilling in that long black hair.

She is like the most perfect work of art in God's hands.

Picturesque eyebrows, delicate and small nose, and extremely good-shaped lips, each of which is just right, is full of a smart and clear beauty.

It is rare in this world and cannot be imitated by anyone.

On that face, there was no half of the emotional ups and downs.

Even with a pair of dark and beautiful eyes, there is also an endless look, pure black.

Her eyes were clean, but not as clean as they were ordinarily seen.

In the clean, there is a sense of emptiness and coldness, as well as the innate indifference and emptiness of the world.

As if she didn't belong to this world at all.

Anyone who sees her will have a description in their mind:

Elves who come from the snow.

Her figure and the black and white alley seem to merge into a painting.

Snow boots make a slight noise when they step on the wet ground stained with snow.

The girl put her hands in her pockets and walked slowly towards the prosperous and lively street.

As soon as I walked out, snow began to fall in the sky.

She couldn't help but look up, her pale and beautiful face facing the sky.

She stared at the white snowflakes that were slowly falling.

A glimmer of light finally appeared in the dark and dead eyes.

His lips moved lightly and he muttered, "It's snowing." ”

Diagonally across the street, a black luxury limited-edition Maybach is parked quietly on the side of the road.

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Chapter 673: The Girl Who Came by Walking in the Snow