"Why are you crying like this?"
Zhao Rong secretly glanced at Zhu Yourong, whose eyes were like snow, and then helplessly smiled at little Qian'er.
He reached out, wanting to wipe away the girl's red and swollen, moist eye corners.
Little Qian'er looked at the fair and clean right hand that was extended towards her and shrunk back like a fawn.
"Brother Rong'er... uh, are you really Brother Rong'er? I still find it a bit hard to believe."
She held the severed arm in her lap, actually a bit afraid of dirtying his hand.
Brother Rong'er's hands are so white now, and this face...
Zhao Rong glanced at the girl.
She was gazing at him with her peach blossom eyes, both curious and a bit fearful.
Lingfei, who was hugged at the waist by him, was lowering her head to tidy his clothes.
She tugged at the hem of his garment.
Smoothed out the collar.
Her Jade Hand reached down, carefully tying the sword scabbard and White Jade Token at his waist.
