His body was cold, his heart was cold, his emotions were cold. But in that doctor's hands, Black Hat melted like frost in the morning sun.
His body was cold, his heart was cold, his emotions were cold. But in that doctor's hands, Black Hat melted like frost in the morning sun.
Su cuerpo era frío, su corazón era frío, sus emociones eran frías. Pero en manos de ese doctor, Black Hat se derretía como escarcha ante el sol de la mañana.