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In Edinburgh in winter, even if there is no snow, winter is winter after all. The bleak atmosphere makes this city of ancient and modern perfect combination extremely magnificent. The castle full of historical charm is exceptionally vicissitudes and simplicity under the background of winter.

Samara was wrapped in a thick plaid blanket, sitting lazily in front of the flaming fireplace. The warm fire made her cheek red. She yawned slowly and picked up neatly. The logs on the side were thrown into the fireplace, and the dry wood made a crisp "cracking" sound in the wall fire, and the scent of pine diffused in the room.