"If you're feeling tired, I'll chop it myself. Please don't cry, okay?" However, Yun Ran merely looked at him without speaking, tears silently streaming down her face.
The young girl's face was like a painting, her cheeks faintly flushed as if tinted with a layer of rouge. Her limpid autumn eyes held a mix of slight anger and deep grievance, silently accusing him of his 'misdeeds.'
At this moment, Nangong Mo felt like he was nothing less than an absolute scoundrel!
To bully an innocent girl to this degree! It was simply outrageous, enough to incite the wrath of both man and god, utterly unforgivable!
He clumsily wiped her tears while deeply reflecting on himself.
"Aran, it's all my fault! I shouldn't have teased you at such a time, shouldn't have said those stupid things that made you angry. I failed to be gentle and considerate; I'm not a good man! No, I'm not even worthy of being called a human!"
