"Wuwu ..."
Her soft, cotton-Marsh-like crying voice rang out in the room.
Luo tianlin did not expect to see this scene when he opened the door.
He had thought that she had gone to another room to avoid him.
"I beg you, don't leave me behind ..."
In the night, the orange lights of the corridor shone on her, clearly illuminating the tears on her small face.
Luo tianlin couldn't help but recall what she had said at the dining table and her dying performance on the stage.
She really remembered her late grandfather ...
Luo tianlin furrowed his brows and took two steps closer.
When he got closer, he saw that she was curled up on a down jacket and only had a shawl on her body.
His eyebrows moved slightly, and he looked at the big bed that was a foot away with a complicated expression.
I will be good ... Oh, don't ignore me ..."
