C207 Weeping

When Yang Zhi woke up again, the sky had already turned dark. In the distance, there was still a faint blush in the sky, as if a fire was burning through the clouds. Yang Zhi sat up from the sofa and felt his eyes become moist, he used his fingers to wipe it, but realised that the tears in his eyes were almost frozen, and he could not even open his eyes.

Squinting his eyes