The very moment their eyes met, Ji Nuan gazed at him and pointed to the water in the bowl.
Mo Jingshen's senses seemed to come back to him slowly. He smelled a long-lost aroma from Ji Nuan's body. It was like the cold fragrance after taking a bath in the early morning, refreshing and sweet, with the calming smell of the dawn of Hai City and the fragrance of the Rumdul flower that was unique to this place.
The people outside were staring at them. Ji Nuan didn't say anything but gave him a sign to drink the water.
Mo Jingshen didn't move, nor take the bowl of water. He cast a cold look at Ji Nuan who couldn't help shuddering.
Even though Ji Nuan knew that he could not show any affection or kindness to her at such a time, she was frozen by his cold stare again.
She tried to feed him, but he slowly closed his eyes again, refusing her water and refusing to meet her eyes again.
