The girl was crying very sadly, but she tried her best to suppress her sobs, as if she didn't want others to hear.
Tang Zhen quietly sighed in his heart when he saw the tear-stained appearance of the girl. He guessed that the family of this girl might have already met with misfortune. Otherwise, she would not display such a painful expression of missing someone when she saw the object.
"Dong Dong Dong!"
There was a sudden knock on the door. The girl seemed to be frightened and her body trembled slightly. She hurriedly stretched out her sleeve to wipe away the remaining tears at the corner of her eyes, and then carefully hid the painting under the bed.
He stood up and opened the door. A fourteen to fifteen-year-old youth in black clothes appeared outside.
"Sister, I'm back!"
