lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The beggars sprinted with their legs, perhaps never running so desperately for themselves in their entire lives.,Throughout the battle, which raged within this nameless abandoned watchtower, no one paid it the slightest attention.,He was either lucky, but the word luck seemed so incongruous with him. His tattered clothes, his gaunt and sickly appearance, even his breath that seemed almost to drift away, all spoke of an unfortunate reality.。