It wasn't long before Yang Xiao was covered with sand and stones.
If the previous Yang Xiao was like a brand-new sculpture, then the current Yang Xiao resembled a very seasoned statue.
The sand and stones that hadn't rolled off his body were like the dust left over from the river of time.
Yet even so, Su Qian'er did not stop venting her emotions.
She continued to throw sand and stones at Yang Xiao, repeatedly squatting and standing up.
It wasn't until she was utterly exhausted that her hands finally stopped their movement.
Su Qian'er squatted on the ground and did not stand up; she was on the verge of collapse.
She curled her body, holding her knees with her hands, and buried her head deeply between her legs.
Her body shook like a sieve.
Although one could not hear the sounds of crying, it wasn't hard to imagine a scene of weeping.
At this moment, Su Qian'er must have already been in tears, perhaps even her clothes soaked through with them.
