Ning Qing's pupils moved and gradually focused on the mirror.
The woman's face was pale, but she was not angry. The sorrow between her brows was like a long vine that spread to the bottom of her heart.
She opened her pale lips slightly. I'm sorry.
This apology didn't make the man gentler. Instead, it made him even angrier.
Nian Xi gritted his teeth and said, " I don't need your apology. I want you to never look so sad when you see him again!
“……”
He threw the mirror away and grabbed her chin. ning Qing, answer me!
She stared at the man's eyes. He was clearly good-looking, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes. His facial features were deep and three-dimensional, but he always revealed a cold and heartless look.
She didn't know why, but she raised her hand inexplicably and touched his lips.
The Furious man stopped moving as if someone had pressed the power-off button.
