C121

Prince Rui's Mansion.

Tuoba Zhen laid on the table weakly, her face was pale white, her glistening lips were already dried and deformed, but the table in front of her was still filled with her favorite foods, even her brother's snacks that he did not allow his food to be eaten were still placed at the side.

Her eyes were moist as she pouted. She looked at the closest plate of purple grapes