Qing sat in the heavy rain, like a sculpture, motionless, allowing the freezing rain to stab down from mid-air like a sharp sword, pricking every inch of his skin. He was completely unaware, just how to move the body.
The cold body could not be warmed by covering it, so I hugged it harder.
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He remained motionless, letting the freezing rain stab down from mid-air like a sharp sword, pricking every inch of his skin. He was completely unconscious. He just pressed harder on the cold corpse that could not be warmed no matter how hard he covered it.
in his arms.
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