The woman's crying was soft, like the whimpers of a small animal, her slender shoulders trembling slightly, and her black hair cascading down on both sides.
Tong Ran bit her forefinger joint with her teeth tightly to suppress the sob in her throat from turning into weeping, while Han Qingqing tugged at her collar. Han Qingqing asked her if she dared to let her see how many kiss marks Mo Nanjue had left on her body...
Such actions and questions even made her feel as if kissing Mo Nanjue was a sin.
She forced herself to ignore Mo Nanjue, to disregard his scent and the traces he left on her body, forcing herself to watch the ripples that stirred in his eyes...
But she could force herself to change everything, how could she force the changes in her heart?
She couldn't control her heart, nor the emotions that surged within her.
Han Qingqing loved Mo Nanjue, she said it hurt, but Tong Ran was in more pain than her, more than all of them...
