Harrison and his party waited until Jaxon at 11 in the evening.
When he came back, the ice crystal ball was half, and the little snow was still falling, falling on the ground and turning into a layer of shallow ice diamonds. He came back alone, with the chill of the night, and everyone felt that there was almost no temperature on him when he opened the door.
There are still unmelted snowflakes on Jaxon’s hair.
There was no emotion in the black pupil.
As soon as he got in, the air conditioner in the car couldn’t support the cold that he had been outside for so long.
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