Chi Xiaoyu then realized that Han Yi had been crying, her eyes red and swollen, her voice hoarse.
The splashing of the waves had already soaked her wedding dress through.
She looked extremely disheveled.
"Han Yi, come down! I have something to tell you!"
"Xiao Yu, please just leave me alone!"
"Han Yi, guess what this is?"
Chi Xiaoyu took out two small bottles from her bag, one black and one white, and shook them in front of Han Yi.
Han Yi's eyes focused as she slowly squatted down and sat on the edge of the rocks, "These are my brother's medicine bottles, how do you have them?"
Chi Xiaoyu was slightly embarrassed, "There's something, I promised your brother, but I couldn't manage to..."
"What is it?" Han Yi knitted her brows.
