Novel & Cerita Misty Cloud Translation

Even the monster living inside the first heir won't bear this. "Maybe? The medicine I took is probably working," Celine answered as she looked upward. Her face is really pale like white onion, while her eyes wetted as if she was cutting an onion. "You know, imagination might help," Joshua mumbled. "What imagination?" she inquired. "Imagine seeing the clouds behind that closed window," he said then looked at the closed window beside her. "When clouds lie as numerous as pebbles on a beach, small and heaped in chaotic ways. They are drifting mist, thin, oddly transparent, like a half erased footprint in sand."