"You've lost weight again, so your dancing should be more graceful now. " Christian was not surprised. He used the word "thin" to describe Maris.
She was not only thin, but she also looked like a dried corpse that had been buried in a coffin for many years.
"Master Kerry, you're no longer the little girl you saw when I was 5 years old." Maris responded to Christian coldly.
"Oh, no! In my heart, you'll always be the little girl who dances by the caravans and the bonfire. " Christian said with a smile.
Gentle and elegant, it was as if these labels were forever stuck on the bodies of the Bruch family, constantly showing this to the world.
However, Maris knew that there was something hidden behind their elegance and calmness.
"Thank you for your imagination." Maris said indifferently,"now, can you tell me why you've called me here?"
