Qiao Mo lowered her gaze, silent.
He felt a bit unsettled inside, gently burying his head on her shoulder: "Xiao Mo, my heart feels bad when you ignore me."
Qiao Mo's eyelashes slightly trembled, yet she still said nothing.
Fu Nancheng raised his head to look directly into her eyes and said again: "Don't you have something to say to me?"
"Say what? Say how you ruined my wedding with Jiang Jinghao? Or say how you humiliated me and Jiang Jinghao in front of a dying woman?" Qiao Mo laughed coldly, her long-repressed emotions finally exploding.
His eyes became darker and increasingly brooding.
But Qiao Mo seemed fearless, smiling mockingly: "Or say how you forced me?"
He lightly pressed his thin lips, gazed at her for a few seconds, and slowly said: "You know what I want to hear."
Qiao Mo seemed a bit tired too, retracting her thorns and said wearily: "Fu Nancheng, Aunt Feng is dead. I feel bad inside."
