Chapter 625

Zhao Shuzhuo’s gaze darted urgently toward Yang Xiaohua, as if trying to discern exactly what had transpired. What he saw shocked him. Yang Xiaohua’s eyes were bloodshot, those once clear and lively orbs now inflamed, flickering like two tiny, burning embers, filled with a searing, sorrowful intensity. Large, glistening tears welled up, trembling on her lashes like dewdrops on a lotus leaf at dawn, ready to spill over and soak the front of her clothes at any moment. Her shoulders hitched with a subtle tremor, a sign that she was struggling to contain a surge of turbulent emotion, though the shaking grew more pronounced, as if a mere gust of wind could topple her. Zhao Shuzhuo’s heart clenched tight; heartache and confusion tangled together, leaving his chest feeling stifled. He could not fathom what could have happened in the brief time he had been away getting food to leave Yang Xiaohua so utterly distraught.