His eyes turned red.
The sparkling and boiling tears silently rolled down the corners of his eyes.
He opened his eyes, his eyes bloodshot. The autumn wind blew his eyes, causing him to feel pain and dryness, but he kept them open.
It was as if he was numb.
He closed his eyes again, and his tears had already dried up. All of his grief and helplessness were covered under his eyelids.
Li Yan sat here all night holding Bao Yuan corpse.
At this moment, he finally stood up. His legs became numb from sitting for a long time. When he stood up, he almost fell to the ground.
At this moment, his face was haggard, his eyes were empty, and his eyes were bloodshot. He carried Bao Yuan cold corpse, as if it was a walking corpse. Step by step, he descended the mountain.
He was under a tree that ha
