Stepping off the plane and peering through the taxi's glass window, Zhan Moxiao was resolved to teach the girl a lesson.
But when he pulled open the car door and saw her face, the rage in his chest inexplicably drained away by half.
And upon seeing the wounds on the girl's fingers, oh, Master Xiao's heart ached…
Although that wound might seem trivial to others, in Master Xiao's eyes, it was as if someone had savagely cut into his very heart.
With his keen intelligence, he immediately deduced that the girl had just inflicted the wound upon herself. How intimidating had he appeared to drive his little demon to seek his sympathy through self-harm?
The fury that had consumed him like a fierce storm dissipated, leaving behind a profound sense of guilt and a gentle caress entwined around his fingers.
The autumn night was a bit chilly, so he took off his black coat and draped it over the girl, then bent down and scooped her into his arms, kissing her forehead as well, "Let's go home."
