C175 Zhuang Ming's Painting
Zhuang Ming looked up when she saw someone come in. There was not much light in her eyes. She then lowered her head and continued to draw.
Simon walked to the side and turned off the radio. At this moment, the room was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.
"Mom, Mom, why aren't you here yet?" At this moment, Zhuang Ming's small voice came from her mouth