Fang Mo'er's sorrowful eyes made her look like a delicate little woman who had been bullied. Her eyes were filled with grievance and sadness.
Initially, Shi Mo had not thought much of it. However, when he saw her like this, he could not help but feel a trace of guilt.
Any man who saw such a beautiful and delicate woman looking at him with such a pitiful expression, and such an accusatory gaze and pout, would surely feel the way Shi Mo felt now... like an unpardonable b*stard.
How could he have lied to such an innocent and kind girl?
Shi Mo wanted to raise both his hands in surrender. He immediately wanted to pull Fang Mo'er into his arms to comfort her, but Fang Mo'er pouted and turned her body to the side, not allowing him to touch her.
She was like an angry kitten, the kind that was difficult to coax.
