Waste Prince: Why do

Only to see his face pale as paper, his eyes closed, breathing, no heartbeat, like a beautiful ice sculpture.,The door to the study creaked open, a blast of warm air spilled out, colliding with the icy air outside and instantly transforming into a white mist.,The blade flashed, severing several projectiles. It dissipated with the biting cold wind, landing in the snow, a striking sight.。