Ruo Ling lowered her head, her tears were crystalline and scalding as they dropped incessantly.
Huangfu Jianchen was jolted, his dark eyes suddenly softened; this woman, once resembling a hedgehog, could cry too. Look at her crying, her nose pinkish red, her eyes reddened, her lips slightly trembling—her pitiful appearance was no different from any other woman, perhaps even more so.
His large hand cradled the back of her head, he leaned down to kiss her trembling red lips, "Why cry? Do you feel you've loved the wrong person, feel aggrieved, jealous, and uncomfortable?"
Ruo Ling didn't speak, just cried, her little hands pushing against his stalwart shoulders as she sought to rise.
But Huangfu Jianchen pulled her back, his voice hoarse with reprimand, "Stay put underneath me, tonight you'll get what's coming to you!"
