"Crying?"
Ying Yue was stunned when he saw this: "No way, Glaive. I remember you being an Iron Lady, very domineering and strong. Why are you crying now? This doesn't seem like you at all?"
"Ying Yue, you... you bastard, where the hell have you been? Do you know how much we've suffered? Wah wah wah, you bastard..."
Ying Yue's silence had been bearable, but as soon as he spoke, Glaive cried even harder. She was crying, laughing, and cursing simultaneously, as if she was pouring out all the grievances and frustrations of the past year.
Ying Yue couldn't help but twitch his lips; it was the first time he'd seen Glaive like this and he couldn't really handle it. He immediately changed the subject by pointing to the three people beside him and asked: "Who are they?"
"They're robbers! Scoundrels! Trash! Bastards! Executioners..."
