What is this thing?
Mr. and Mrs. Zhao had question marks written all over their faces, but seeing that Chen Wanwan before them hardly looked like a normal person, they still extended their hands to receive the bottle of cow tears.
The bottle was so exquisitely dainty; just by its shape, it was no larger than the size of a fingertip. What it contained was nothing more than a single drop of cow tears.
Although Mrs. Zhao didn't know what that was, the day's events had been so incredible that only Yu Dandan seemed to know something about them.
With this in mind, it was worth her while to be even more cautious.
She carefully poured that drop of tear into the palm of her hand, and together with Mr. Zhao, they solemnly, as if part of some ritual, dipped their fingers into that drop of water and carefully smoothed it over their eyelids.
A drop of tears wasn't too big nor too small, but with just a light dab and smear, it was just barely enough for four eyes.
