The sky turned red when the sun rose.

The morning in deep autumn was cold. Mu Qianmei looked at the outside through the window. Everything was white. The woods, the roof, and the ground were covered with frost.

She sat at the window, looked at the scenery outside, and sunk in thought.

Faint hot breath came out from between her little red lips. She seemed to have so many thoughts.

She looked as if she had been enjoying the scenery, ...