C451 He Chose the Way of Death

Three days later.

White snow floated outside the window like goose feathers, dyeing the branches white.

Inside the room, the temperature was warm.

Hai Xiaomin laid on the bed, her long and slender eyelashes lightly covering her eyes. Her skin was smooth and delicate, revealing a transparent white. It was lacking a bit of color, and her small face was also thin