Mo Shike looked at her and caught sight of the faint purple marks on her neck, and for a moment, his eyes stung with pain.
Her neck was very beautiful, fair and delicate, swan-like in its elegance and grace, marred only by those faint purple bruises.
Mo Shike was a man, and he naturally knew what those marks were, which is why in that instant, he truly felt a sharp pain.
Sometimes he felt very pitiful and sorrowful, yet every time, he just couldn't forget her, always thinking, even if it was painful, he should look at her a few more times.
"Anran, you must be angry with me," he said slowly, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy.
"Shike, I'm not angry, nor do I blame you, I just feel very sad... I'm saddened by your sadness, Shike, I truly hope you can find happiness, rather than being entangled with the past..."
Ye Anran spoke with deep emotion.
This was the purest and most beautiful part of her youth, and she really didn't want his future to be filled with such sorrow.
