C122 Dyskinesia

'Bang! 'a loud sound was heard as the door was slammed shut.

Xia Yu smiled sweetly. Without washing up, she laid down on the bed with a serene expression. She hugged the yellow haired doll beside her and gradually fell asleep like a little girl who had yet to experience the world.

Actually, Xia Yu was sick. Ever since Wen Tianfeng accidentally died ten years ago