But no matter how much he wiped, Xiao Yao's tears continued to stream down, one wiping, the other crying.
Xiao Yao lifted her delicate, fair hands, like tender scallions, and wiped away the tear stains at the corner of her senior brother's eyes.
After a long, long time...
Both felt they could finally calm down and start talking.
Finally, Xiao Yao swallowed the words in her throat and asked with difficulty, "Senior brother, how did you get here?"
Leng Changrui did not answer; instead, he embraced Xiao Yao's petite frame with his strong body, wrapped his arms around her waist, let out a contented sigh, and then replied, "Because I died. And when I opened my eyes again, I had arrived in this world!"
"What?" Xiao Yao was suddenly frightened, asking with wide-eyed terror. She had only been back for less than thirty days, and her senior brother had died already? He was still young, not even twenty-eight years old; how could he have died?