"At this time of the year, no one is willing to go into the mountain, just the young hill." The shopkeeper is very talkative, just walked into the room and said, "you don't think he's young, but he's smart. He can feel the temper of this snow mountain better than those of us old men!"

Hua Rumo's eyes turned to the hill. I don't know whether it was because of shyness or because of the snowstorm outside. A small face of the hill was red and a pair of black gem like eyes were inlaid on the small face. The round face looked very simple and honest.

the hill quietly...