I stood here at a loss, some in a dilemma, white frost can not wait, a flash came to my side, gave me a hard push.

I couldn't help but rush toward the beautiful figure, hug it in my arms, and accidentally kissed her lips. In a moment, I was stunned and happy.

I was so happy that a very rare beauty in the world was embraced by me and grabbed her kiss.

But this beautiful figure is not as angry as I imagined. She still maintains her motionless movements. The whole person is like a statue.

I wonder, is she really a statue?

But why does it feel so...