Clara was staggered by it, she wanted to tug of war with it, but she had never seen three fires so serious.
She remained silent, and knelt down and touched its big ears.
“Let me go with you? But I have to change my clothes, or I must freeze to death in the middle of the road.”
The clothes on her are still thin two-layer autumn clothes. I only wore thin trousers on my legs, not even long trousers.
But it’s still snowing outside. It must be below freezing, right? If you go out like this, she will die in the cold.
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