Finally, when he heard the deliberate step behind him, he turned around and looked at the witch approaching them and asked, how long have you been with us?
The enchantress suddenly giggled and laughed, and the flowers were shaking and the snow was greasy. The back of her hand covered her mouth and exposed her delicate palm like a fresh orange. What do you think of it? It’s charming in her bones. It’s hard to scratch your little brother. It’s really heartless to…