The feel of soft carpet beneath her feet startled her, causing her to look up and wonder if she should remove her shoes—but the old sprite's calm demeanor left her unsure. So, with a nervous heart, she followed behind, feeling the sudden warmth of the hearth against the chill of winter.,That beautiful scene looked just like a painting. Haina unconsciously widened her eyes.,From some point on, she instinctively rejected the possibility that "the Devil's scholar was Evans."。