The night was dark.
But Yu Xiuxiu's expression was even darker.
With the Heavenly Dragon's Eye, Zhang Xiaoshan could clearly see Yu Xiuxiu's expression from two or three hundred meters away.
At that moment, Xiuxiu was tightly clutching a flashlight in one hand and gripping the corner of her clothes with the other, frowning, pouting, biting her red lips, with mist already gathering in her eyes.
"Plop."
Finally, when Zhang Xiaoshan turned around, those uncontainable tears fell.
One after another, three, four.
Five, six.
Eventually, the tears formed a line like silver steel needles, falling not only to the ground but also piercing into Zhang Xiaoshan's heart.
These years, his sister-in-law had been his pillar of support.
Especially after what happened in the mountains, their relationship had thoroughly merged both spiritually and physically.
His feelings for Yu Xiuxiu were even more special than for other women.
She was an elder, a family member, a dependence.
