Perhaps surrounded by icy eyes from all sides, when Qiao Xiaon'an lowered her head, she could still clearly feel the coldness.
Yun Mo's gloomy eyes suddenly grew sharper. "Do you think of me as heartless and domineering?"
"..." Indeed she did.
Faced with Qiao Xiaon'an's silence, the defiance written on her face clearly demonstrated her dissatisfaction with him. Yun Mo sighed deeply once more.
He felt a tight knot in his chest.
With each inhale and exhale, he seemed to strain against his black shirt.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was a bright early summer. The sunshine was brilliant and the breeze gentle.
But inside, the room seemed to transform into a cold winter month.
It sent chills down the spine.
But Yun Mo managed to suppress his anger.
He didn't lash out at her.
"Qiao Xiaon'an, all I hope for is more honesty in our marriage. Is it... really that hard?"
