Seeing this scene, Zhi Tong, who was already sitting on the chair, couldn't help but stand up in shock. He looked at everything in front of him in surprise.
This scene was more like what he had seen in a movie.
"It already started," Xiao Zhen muttered, his gaze not leaving the mountain opposite. However, although he tried his best to look over, he could not see what had happened on the mountain opposite.
"Brother Xiao Zhen, what if this candle goes out?" Zhi Tong asked in a hoarse voice.
Xiao Zhen turned his head slightly and saw that the candlelight was shaking badly. Even so, it was not extinguished.
"He should be fine," Xiao Zhen said.
Zhi Tong couldn't help but nod when he heard this. He looked at the candle in front of him without blinking. For some reason, he became nervous.
In the living room of the Ji residence, everyone was at a loss. Some of them cried again and again, and their tears could not stop flowing.
