Paper tiger in the hand of white butterfly

She has a clear oval face with delicate features. The skin is almost transparent, the lip is frozen with a trace of blue white, no half silk blood color, only the pair of beautiful pupil. Black and clear. Rippling a trace of life, at this time, that pair of beautiful eyes are blinking also do not blink to gaze at the attic. Neighbors separated by only one wall. In this kind of weather, everyone is packed tightly. There is no skin, but the boy who lives next door is only wearing thin thick clothes, drinking and practicing boxing in the yard. Her eyes were on the boy.