"Where are we going?" Ella asked casually.
Her watery, sparkling eyes were still intently watching her own precious baby.
So strange.
Today, the little mosquito was particularly well-behaved, so unlike herself...
She kept letting Arthur hold her in his embrace.
Why did she seem like a little injured kitten?
"Going to..."
Yolanda Bardot hesitated for a long time, dodging and dragging, she slowly said, "You, you come with me."
"Okay then." Ella didn't think too much about it.
She followed her all the way to the roof of the duplex apartment.
On the rooftop.
A large area, about the size of a basketball court.
Covered with a thick layer of snow, pure and flawless, like a quilt, like ice cream...
It made one reluctant to step on.
Fearing the destruction of such a beautiful sight.
"So beautiful!"
Ella was slightly astonished, smiling as she gazed at Little Yolanda, "Did you bring me up here just to admire the snow here?"
