But there was someone ignoring this heavy atmosphere's nurture, crying uncontrollably, sitting on the ground without any image, covering her neck, her face drenched in tears, like a frightened little child.
Dong Huiying listened to this crying, her heart was gripped with emotion, she sighed and walked toward Ji Jiuhuang who was sitting on the ground crying loudly. "Still not getting up? Aren't you afraid of catching cold on the ground? If you catch a chill and fall ill, that wouldn't be good."
The crying person sobbed, her face full of snot and tears. Ji Jiuhuang looked pitifully at Dong Huiying, "It hurts, it hurts!" She pointed to her neck which Qinghe had squeezed not long ago, that person really used heavy hands, squeezing Ji Jiuhuang's neck until it was bruised. Fingerprints were clearly visible.
