lt;lt;lt;Reborn Soar

The wind howled and whistled through the cracks in the window, bringing with it a bone-chilling cold that seeped into the very core. The floor beneath was frigid, offering no respite from the biting air.,His hair was greasy and unkempt, clearly days overdue for a wash. His clothes were also filthy and patched in several places, with visible tears sewn together.,She wore a blue floral tunic, the sleeves rolled up to reveal two slender arms like white bamboo stalks, "swishing" as she washed her clothes.。