The snow fell in December and the biting cold wind followed the east gate corridor of the capital and passed through the long streets of the inner and outer cities, taking away the remaining warmth of summer and autumn.
Breathing and stroking with her palms, the girl's nose was rosy, her long green hair was slightly curled at the ends, and her petite body was pressed down by thick clothes. Her eyelashes are very long, with a little frost crystal, and her eyes under the knitted hat are clear and pure, and the tall buildings in the inner city are reflected in the hazy mist.
We walked through the complicated roads in the inner city and entered the palace from the side entrance.
The maid in the kitchen waved to her, and the girl carefully took the lunch box, thanked her softly, and walked back to the old side hall that belonged to her and her brother.
The young man curled up in love with the warmth of the quilt and exposed his head. Under the messy black hair was a young and handsome face.
The fireplace was filled with firewood. It seemed that it was too blocked and there was not enough oxygen to circulate. Sparks flickered and the smell of burnt smoke spread into the room.
The boy subconsciously covered his mouth and nose with the quilt.
"Brother, it's really time to get up. Why are you always so lazy?"
The green-haired girl placed the lunch box on the table, got close to him, squatted down, pursed her thin lips, moved a little closer, and kissed the tip of his eyebrows.
The boy suddenly opened the quilt, pulled the green-haired girl onto the bed, and attacked the itchy spot.
The green-haired girl repeatedly begged for mercy, "No, brother, Lusen is wrong and I won't dare to do it again. Stop it!"
After a while, the noisy movement gradually subsided, and two boys and girls of similar age sat on the bed and looked at each other, with messy hair and crimson faces.
After eating, Lu Sen packed the lunch box, Wang Ya took the bow and arrow hanging on the wall and put on the furry gown.
Today is the triennial hunting in the Kingdom of Harak, and all male royal members over the age of twelve must participate...
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ps: I originally wanted to make up for the character of Halak Greenson, but I didn’t have a childhood sweetheart, and I haven’t read anything related to it, so I can’t even imagine it. Damn it... forget it, I really can’t write this extra story, people. Just make the setting a little lighter, it will give you a headache. After being resurrected, just fill in the holes. Let’s see about the follow-up arrangements...
It's better to be a little bird. At least Harak has grown up step by step. I can get a complete character, the causes and consequences... Damn it, no wonder the protagonist in the starting point has both his parents dead and all his relatives dead. I understood it instantly.
