[That is a belt I paid a fortune to have made! This is blatant provocation!]
[How about we just ignore him? Let him fend for himself? If the dagger isn't enough, should we lend him a large knife?]
At that moment, Nangong Mo suddenly leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Aran, if you regret now, there's still time."
His voice was usually clear, but it was particularly deep and hoarse now, sounding more serious and earnest than ever.
Yun Ran was taken aback and suddenly looked up at him, unexpectedly meeting a pair of mysterious, enchanting purple eyes.
In there, the deep mist was like the fog-covered sea under the moon, vast and empty, yet reflected her silhouette clearly.
It was as if she was not only in his eyes but also in his heart and deep within his soul.
Her heart felt like it was lightly bumped by something, uncontrollably beating faster.
Yun Ran slowly reached out to embrace him, quietly gazing into his eyes, "I don't regret it."
"Nangong Mo, I am willing."
