Mo Zixuan wore a grim expression, the depths of his eyes darkened, fixedly staring at her. His expression bore the look of one whose heart had been shattered by a single sentence.
Wen Ran was slightly taken aback as she looked at him.
The tone he had used earlier had frightened her, his voice full of torment, a mute accusation against her indifference.
Mo Zixuan firmly pressed his lips together, suppressing the tumult of feelings inside him, his voice quiet and even: "Ranran, what I want, you cannot give."
"Let's go, I'll take you home."
After Mo Zixuan said this, he stepped forward to leave.
The two of them left Yi Pin Xuan Pavilion together. Wen Ran turned her head slightly and said indifferently: "Qing Feng and Qing Yang are waiting for me. You don't need to escort me."
