His hand was so stiff and slow that he couldn't catch it at all. It fell to the ground, and he slowly bent down to pick it up.
The more sang Xia looked at him, the more she felt that there was something wrong with this young man.
Yes, something was indeed wrong.
He seemed to have suffered some terrible thing or blow, and his entire person seemed to be about to give up on life.
Sure enough, just as she thought that, she saw the young man bend down to pick up the water slowly. Suddenly, his knees went soft and he knelt on the ground. Then, he held the half-filled bottle of water and broke down. He started crying. That's right, he started crying.
However, he cried without a sound. His eyes had been dry for a long time, and he could not shed any tears.
However, even though his grief-stricken face and bloodshot eyes were a little scary, sang Xia could still tell that he was crying.
Sang Xia's heart was even more complicated.
