This kiss vented the anger of both, and allowed Su Chaoyang to slowly calm down.
Seeing the residual tears in the girl's eyes, he felt a dull pain in his heart. Without thinking, he gently reached up and stroked her face, using his thumb to wipe the tear stains from the corners of her eyes.
And Mu Xiangwan, seemed to be awakened by his movements. Her clear black and white eyes finally moved, and she looked up at the man in front of her.
The quiet night framed his upright figure, and in his eyes, shimmering like obsidian, were indescribable pity and love. Her heart began to flutter again, apparently still unable to accept this fact.
