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In the winter time, in the middle of the snow, "Yah~Yah~" cries come out, a few crows fleeing for their lives like flying into the sky.
A lost white wolf stands in the middle of the woods, as if it is in harmony with the white snow.
The spirit is depressed, bone thin, nobody knows how long it has not eaten.
It walks forward at a slow pace, the body is also a little shaky to hold on.
Suddenly, the white wolf has a wary face and her eyes become cold and hideous, but without a trace of fear.
"Ow-ooh."
The white wolf looks up to the sky and whistles.
An adult male lion appears which is robust.
The white wolf "ow-ooh" gives another long roar.
The male lion pounces on the white wolf, opens its bloody mouth and bits the neck of the white wolf with one bite.
The white wolf barely has the strength to resist, and blood flows down the neck of the white wolf and into the white snow.
The male lion has a victorious posture, with a natural kingly aura in his eyes, standing amidst the snow, as if declaring his sovereignty, roaring and roaring.
It is about to enjoy its prey when, directly in front of it, another white wolf appears.
This white wolf is bigger than the previous one, and it is also as thin as a bone from hunger.
The male lion, with his huge body, throws back his head and whistles long, and around him, more and more wolves appear and have surrounded him.
The white wolf lets out a "wail" as if it is crying for its partner and pounces on the lion, and in an instant, a dozen wolves in all directions move.
In an instant, there are wolves flung away everywhere, some get up and rush up again, and some, never get up again.
The middle of this male lion, already full of blood, with skin open. The body is just like one bloody hole, and blood is like a spring gushing out. It leaks a fearful expression, and finally wants to run.
The wolves surround again and frantically tore at the male lion. Slowly, the male lion fall down in the snow, and there is blood everywhere around him, and the male lion closes his eyes.
The wolves around, dragging the corpses of their partners, all drag them together.
Eyes among all leak infinite sorrow, the surrounding snow has been dyed blood red, and the snow has filled with the smell of blood.
The white wolf stands in the middle of the wolf pack and looks up to the sky with a long whistle, and for a while, the whole forest, everywhere, is filled with wolf whistles.
It seems to announce to this forest that they are the masters of this place.
In the bedroom of the five-star hotel, Sam opens his eyes; he has had this dream countless times.
It was that day that he lost the love of his life.
Sam's eyes are vacant as he comes to his desk, still replaying the dream he just had.
On his side stood a butler-like dressed man, holding a glass of red wine.
"Sir, did you dream of madam again?"
Sam doesn't answer, picks up the wine and takes a sip.
A look of sad flashes across the butler's face, "The reporters outside for the interview appointment are here, it's time for you to go out ......"
Inside the opulent hotel, many people are busy.
Sam puts on a pair of glasses, extremely civilized, feeling as if a different person.
A beautiful young female reporter is sitting across from him, with a microphone in her hand.
"I heard that you have recently invested in building three more orphanages, and many citizens, now, are calling you a savior. This time, I want to interview you why you did that?"
Sam is silent, for a moment, as if back many years ago, thinking for a long time, and he smiles.
"My original intention in business was not for myself, but to save my family."
"And now, I want to save more people from hunger."