C192 Can't I be sad?

In the quiet room, the landing door was ajar. The curtain of crimson flowers fluttered with the wind. In the early winter, even the wind had become icy cold.

Yu Huan quietly hid in a corner and curled up into a ball. Her arms were tightly wrapped around her legs and her eyes were red and swollen from crying. Her entire body seemed extremely wooden.

"Huanhuan