Tears gathered in the corner of the eyes and rolled down her cheeks.
They fell on the tombstone, a drop at a time.
Her fingers clenched into a tight fist as she looked at the blurred image of this person who had once given her his heart and soul. Now tears were flowing uncontrollably and silently, as though even her voice had gone into painful mourning.
How she wished he were still alive.
Even if at that time he had toyed with her, she wouldn't have wished for this situation to be the reality.
The captain sighed helplessly as he looked at the crying woman. He bent over and, as though he was talking to himself, told Zi Chuan, "Zi Chuan, I saw Xiao Qiao today."
"She's doing well and has become a well-known caster. She's even the coach of the King Fighting Team."
"But she didn't seem to want to have anything to do with us."
"Perhaps it's because she thought of you when she saw me, and it made her sad."
