C920 They Were Birds of a Feather

White, almost transparent skin, pointy chins, red lips, white teeth, bright and relaxed smiles.

It was like a rose with a rich fragrance. It grew out of the countless piles of corpses. Tiny black patterns grew on the edges of the wine-red petals, as if some kind of witchcraft had been cast on them.

He looked very relaxed and beautiful. He had an innocent and harmless face