C102 Vinegar-flavored

Yan Duo could imagine the little boy sitting on the floor and crying, staring at the old window, longing for the outside world.

His bed was a cold, hard gray. The walls were white, the floor was white, he stood inside it was gray, and his world was gray.

"They... It shouldn't have happened. "

Yan Duoduo's voice trembled. She was unable to understand what he was feeling at that moment