Book3:WereMyDreamIs
elikestoryofhowthePinkDiamondhappeofallintoMr.Wolfe’shandsandcametoappearoionblock. 9 Thecrestmoongraduallymovedtothemiddleofthesky.Theareaaroundthegoldpacewasdottedwithcampfireslightedbythebarbariansoldiers.AsthenightadvahetemperaturedroppeddrasticallyandCharinashiveredwithcoldinspiteofthetwotigerswhichshieldedherwiththeirbodiesandtriedtowarmherwiththeirbodyheat.Charinawassocoldthatherlipstrembledaeethkogether.Suddenlysherememberedtherewasabottleofhundred-year-oldMaoTaiwineinherbackpack,soshetookitoutandhadagreatgulp.Warmthimmediatelycircledinherbloodstreamaalotbetter,butthecoldweathersystemstillmadeherunfortable.Justasshewasgettingimpatientaboutwaiting,shesuddenlysawtwogoldenstre