Yan Xia tried her best to get into a comfortable position. Her whole body was sinking into the sofa.
It was rare for her to put on makeup. Now, because she was too haggard from the torment, the dark circles under her eyes were almost panda eyes, and she could only use simple makeup to cover them.
When Yan Xia fell yesterday, her waist hit the edge of the steps. It was not treated in time, so when she woke up this morning, it was already bruised.
It was impossible for her to wear pants in such a situation, so she could only choose a formal and comfortable long silk dress that wrapped around her body perfectly. It was not too loose or too tight-fitting.
Seeing that Yan Xia did not speak for a long time, Liu Yu did not dare to talk about love again. She was afraid that continuing the discussion would make Yan Xia unhappy, but she could not help but feel indignant for Yan Xia.
