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Genres 🍂 : Korean, drama, romance Summary 🍂: winter's night without the moon. The trees in the black forest echoed with the cold wond and cried for a long time on a low, deary ( nice ) voice. The bleak echo was swept somewhere without returning. It refused to cry all night in the terrible cold. The heavy snow piled up to knee height , and the stream froze white. The branches that could not overcome the weight of the snow swinging, and when the bitter wind blew, they poured out thick bundles of snow once in a while. Now, a 12 years old girl, at most 13 years old, ran through the forest . Screaming. The accumulated snowballs broke under the girl's small feet. The girl ran away and did not look back, she ran relentlessly with a skin whiter than snow. Whenever the early morning wind cut her skin angryly, a faint breath bursted our of the girl's small mouth. Nevertheless, the girl did not stop or hesitate. Cries! Cries! From distance , there was a sound of hunting dogs. A cruel sound. The wind is strong , so it's not possible to track the smell of her, but there is a chance to catch it. The girl paused for a moment to catch her breath. The girl's face was emotionless like an ice doll, and her eyes were as numb ( green I think?!) as a corpse. The barking of the dogs got closer by time. The girl looked at her knee. As if she had been shackled a while ago, her thin ankles had severe black bruises , and her skinny legs trembled to the point she could no longer run because of the cold and hunger. Shedding. She broke a nearby brach and slapped it on her leg. Thudding. Red blood splattered from the scratched skin and it scattered all over the snow. The girl limped back and ran. As the wind blew past her with snow, a hair as smooth as silk got wrapped around the girl's neck then flew away. The gurl that was crossing the fluttering snow storm, opened her eyes lightly. " Baby...." ' My sweet daughter. U must live long for us. As much as my pitiful brother's life. As much as my father, who died horribly . And now as much as to survive no matter what .' Splashes, splashes. The girl jumped into a thin icy stream ) تيار جليدي) the eeire cold instant drove both her legs black. The girl swam across the wide stream without hesitation to the forest on the other side. How long did she run? The rumbling gradually moved away. As dawn passed, the wind subsided. Nevertheless, the girl ran desperately to the point her heart ached . The world was brightening with blood at dawn. The exhausted girl day down in the spot, shook her shoulders roughly and exhaled. " Oh, my god!... God! I thought I had met the spirit of the forest." A gentle voice came in our from Infront of her. The girl was exhausted and barely lifted up her face. Staring at the girl with with astonished eyes, was a man in his 60s wearing an expensive hat decorated with fox tail. The aristocratic man looked at the exotic girl. What a strange girl. She was a child with some elegance , even tho she was dressed in horribly messy cloth. Was it the looks of a well known family? At The first glace, she looked so pure and innocent that he mistook her as a spirit. However, she had a strong aura that's stimulates people to the core like a seed in her body. " Huh! Even a forest fairy will freeze to death. Are you okay?" He came down from his horse, taking off his thick, high quality cape. The girl stepped back slowly, Like a cat and animal, with her eyes fixed on him. The man hanged the cape on a branch and retreaded back . The girl's extraordinary beauty lit up his curiousty strongly. " Doht come near me. But it's cold, so wear it seing that u r all wet..... ( Referring to the cape) Oh, my god! What's not dead is dissolved. U must be a child that doesn't know what pain is " The gurl was wary and looked at the man. The man noticed it. " I won't chase u just bc u r running away." The gentle and laid-back personality of the man got revealed . As the girl moved and wrapped the thick cape around her small body, the man smiled softly with satisfaction. " From how u look, u r a child from a far away foreign country. This is my land, and I'm drueberry , the lord of orlank. What shall I call u?" "........" " A Name. No name? Huh! If you're not mute, then u haven't learned the language of this country yet." " It's warm." The girl replied in a harsh, subdued voice of who didn't open their mouse for a long time. Drueberry flinched at his cold body. The girl's cautious voice that had a fascination touched his heart strings somehow, and clearly possessed a maniacal fascination. " I'm doan." Translator: fatma 🦀 Don't forget to put a 🌟
