There is no imagined Christmas tree in the house.
Let alone the tree, you can’t even see a single piece of grass.
It was dark, cold, without heating, and the big house was empty and shivering with the cold.
It didn’t look like it was carefully arranged.
Fortunately, there are still aunts who come to clean every day, otherwise Quinn feels that a cold wind is passing by, and may have to give her a gray nose.
Login to comment
Be the first one to comment...