Xiao Hua had thought himself strong. When he had just heard the dreadful news of Xiao Yuehong, Gong Mingwei, and Zhang Qingxiao, he had not been overly saddened. Yet now that Xiao Xianrui began to cry, he could no longer hold back either. Tears streamed down his face, pattering onto Xiao Xianrui's dark hair!
Through the blur of tears, Xiao Hua suddenly felt a chill emanating from ahead. He froze slightly and cast a sidelong glance. Sure enough, wasn't the person standing before him Jiang Fan, the Young Sect Master of the Hundred Herbs Sect?
Xiao Hua secretly cried out that things were bad. Xiao Xianrui was Jiang Fan's beloved, and now she was sobbing her heart out in his arms... What was this supposed to mean? Though he was Xiao Xianrui's junior brother and far younger than her, they were... not related by blood, after all! His body could not help but stiffen.
Perhaps Xiao Xianrui had nearly cried herself out. Her soft, warm body seemed to sense Xiao Hua's stiffness, and she shifted slightly as well. Xiao Hua barely suppressed his tears and was just about to find an excuse when Jiang Fan said gently from ahead, "Sister Rui, cry a little longer. In these past several dozen days, aside from that first bout of weeping, you have not shed another tear. I know you have been bottling up all your grief inside, unwilling to let me see it. Now that Xiao Hua has returned, Shang Hua Ming no longer has only you left. You have someone by your side now. Cry. Have a good, thorough cry..."
"Brother Fan~" Hearing this, Xiao Xianrui seemed deeply moved. She pushed Xiao Hua away, turned, and threw herself into Jiang Fan's arms, weeping once more. Watching her, Xiao Hua felt terribly