That evening, snowflakes drifted down from the sky as Xiaohei sat by the campfire, gazing off into the pitch-black clouds on the horizon.
"What are you looking at?" Esdeath walked over, sat down beside Xiaohei, and asked with a curious tilt of her head.
"I don't know." Xiaohei shook his head. In the flickering firelight, he looked utterly desolate and forlorn.
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