Zhongli Ting’s hand, extended mid-air, suddenly froze.
The sensation of things slipping out of his control left him feeling inexplicably flustered. After a moment, he slowly lowered his hand.
Tears clouded Ruhuahua’s vision, blurring everything before her. She instinctively wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand, leaving it coated in wet streaks. Only then did she realize she had been crying uncontrollably; the large, heavy tears flowed without pause, as if she had suffered some immense grievance.
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