Ji Nuan stared at him blankly, unable to believe that such cruel words could have come from Mo Jingshen's lips.
With what feelings had she gone to his bed that night?
She just didn't want to get divorced again. She just wanted to cherish everything that she had. She didn't want to use anyone.
But to Mo Jingshen, who had had the memory of ten years later, this was a joke.
When the pain in Ji Nuan's jaw became unbearable, his fingers suddenly loosened. His pale, stern face seemed gentle, but the coldness in his eyes was chilling.
"Don't cry. Your tears mean nothing to me."
"Jingshen…" Ji Nuan looked into his eyes, feeling as if her heart had been hollowed out, and her hand involuntarily tightened its grip against the corners of his coat.
Mo Jingshen glanced at her fingers and sneered. "You are really used to acting spoiled in front of me."
