Li Jiaqi pushed open the door to the bedroom on the second floor and saw a fragile figure standing in front of the window.
The curtain was only slightly ajar, and the sunlight faintly enveloped her. She was wearing a long white nightgown that hung down to her pale ankles.
Her disheveled long hair cascaded down to her waist, and her pale little face seemed even more bloodless in the sunlight.
She looked like a paper figure.
Even her lips were pale.
"It's sunny outside, right?"
Hua Shiyu murmured softly.
Li Jiaqi felt a pang of sadness in her heart…
"Is Bali Island beautiful?"
She asked again.
"Yes... very beautiful," Li Jiaqi replied, her voice somewhat hoarse.
Hua Shiyu smiled, but the pale smile looked like raindrops hitting white petals...
