lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

Just this slight inflation, the crows in the sky self-ignite! The dark clouds disperse suddenly!,But there was a chilling coldness beneath that gentleness.,He was either lucky, but the word luck seemed so incongruous with him. His tattered clothes, his gaunt and sickly appearance, even his breath that seemed almost to drift away, all spoke of an unfortunate reality.。