Liu Sisi's face was deathly pale, and suddenly she felt her eyes unbelievably dry. She couldn't help but squat down and stretch out her trembling hand to pick up the shattered tiles on the ground.
Unintentionally, a sharp tile cut through her tender palm, and fresh blood immediately dripped from her fingertips.
The vibrant red drops on the white tiles were so enchanting and dazzling!
Ye Lei, Ye Lei, where are you?
I don't believe it, I absolutely won't believe it! You couldn't have done that, I know you're not a murderer!
"Mom, mom, why are you crying? Does your wound hurt? Let YingEr blow on it for you, it won't hurt if I blow on it."
YingEr's exclamation awakened Liu Sisi, and with her uninjured hand, she casually wiped her face, feeling a handful of wetness.
Had she truly cried?