That silver scimitar, hung over the red robes, was shaking nonstop. The eye upon it, shaped by silver lines, was also quivering. If it were the eye of a child, then that child was clearly bawling.
E-Ming exposing Hua Cheng’s true emotions to Xie Lian every time is just so cute and adds a lot of vulnerability to Hua Cheng’s usual stoic demeanor
