The words she spoke didn't match what was in her mind, so even she didn't know why her tears started to fall like raindrops, streaming down her face.
Mo Shiqian, seeing her cry, was completely panicked.
Chi Huan rarely cried. Usually, when she was truly angry during their arguments, she was especially cold, calm and indifferent; seeing her cry was a rare occurrence. Plus, he wasn't very good at consoling women, so his most immediate reaction was to take out the cellphone she wanted from his pocket and handed it to her.
"No," he said in a low voice, comforting and explaining at the same time, "That night I was dead drunk, slept all night, and I didn't know she stayed in the room with me until the next day... I only found out last night when she sent me a text, she took the photos when I was sleeping."
After hearing him say this, the thought that quickly crossed Chi Huan's mind was —
She really didn't want to see such vexing images, to avoid the feeling of swallowing flies.
