C85 Make Dumplings

Zhu Ruiyan did not answer him. She sat in the corner of the sofa and curled up her legs. She buried her head into the sofa and stared at her toes. She touched her toes and did not make a sound.

Her expression was very calm. She was not as absent-minded as before, but it seemed that the world had left her behind. Her fine hair was hanging down and her delicate face looked especially pale