The little girl is really patient (1)

The afternoon sun could not penetrate the thick curtains of the hotel.

When Xia Bo struggled to open her eyes, half of her consciousness was still in the Grand Hall.

A slight breeze blew on her face, making her feel wet and cold.

She could vaguely see the towering figure sitting in front of her. He had the aura of an Emperor who looked down on the world, tall and straight, but he was as motionless as a mountain.

She did not know why, but when she looked at this imposing man, her eyes felt sour. She could not help but sob and scold, " you, why aren't you clapping for me? "

She had been beaten many times, but on her last walk, it was as if someone was comforting her warmly. She instantly felt much more comfortable and once again mustered up her courage to walk. Not a single Bell on her dress made a sound, successfully getting aunt Xia to acknowledge her.