Beloved little goldf

At this moment, the police officers wouldn't dare to mention that drawing of Di...Dad, no matter what.,This is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old, ragged and filthy, with a broken leather pouch tied around his waist.,Year squinted his eyes, in a blink, an icy chill swept over him from all directions, piercing through his tattered coat and invading his entire being. Gradually, it stole away his warmth.。