"Ella, no, you can't go over there."
Ruben Finnegan spoke with great concern, "Martha Leigh was my master Albern Finnegan's lifelong arch-enemy. They were caught in a love-hate relationship for most of their lives. She was extremely skilled with hidden weapons, practically impossible to guard against. Eventually, even my master dared not get close to her."
"That terrifying." Ella Lacey was rather fond of keeping her little life.
She stopped in her tracks.
She said with a giggly smile, "I was just talking. How could I possibly challenge an old-timer like that…"
She just looked so punchable.
But the coldness around her was gradually intensifying, as if she had really come to a snowfield.
There was only one word left to describe all the temperature.
Cold.
She touched Julion Johnsons' little hand with a hint of panic, "Julion baby, your hands are icy cold too, hey…"
