Lian Hua's expression was laden with sorrow as if she didn't want to remember the past. Lifting her empty hand, she shivered and motioned to the side. Xiao Jizi, very perceptive, handed her a handkerchief.
She took the handkerchief and dabbed at the dry corners of her eyes, the sting instantly causing tears to stream down her face. This time, she didn't need to pretend. Even her light-hearted recounting carried an underlying sorrow, conveying a profound sense of resilience.
Her tears flowed freely as she tossed the handkerchief back to Xiao Jizi like a hot potato, wiped her tears with her sleeve, regretting deeply in her heart that no one had warned her about the spice...
It was so spicy that her eyes went blurry, and she worried it might affect her ability to throw into the jar later.
Her actions and expressions left Changzai Zhou and Beauty Zhao utterly baffled.
