On the stairs, there were broken cans and pieces of rock sugar, lemon, and honey on the ground.
The ice sugar, lemon, and honey slices, glistening with water after being chilled, still suffused with a cold, sweet, and alluring fragrance, fell to the ground at this time, and the rich honey juice flowed along the stairs.
In broad daylight, it seemed to have stung his eyes.
He stood there in pain, holding his lower back. His eyelashes trembled as he watched the scene, as if he was dumbfounded.
Her clothes were in a mess, and her slightly long hair covered her delicate eyebrows. She seemed to be in a very sorry state and dejected.
Sang Xia looked at him in disbelief. She called out softly, " Rong Zhan!!!
What, what is this, what is that thing?
Rong Zhan lowered his head. After a while, his lips seemed to curl up into a bitter smile, and he said in a hoarse voice, " I'm sorry, my wife. I'm really useless. I just can't do it well.
"head of the pixiu!"