In that instant, all the tenderness was wiped away and the warmth came to an abrupt stop.
Qin Mo stilled while Bo Jiu tightened her grip within his embrace.
Qin Mo lowered his lids, sweeping across her face. His lips were in a tight line, his brows thick and heavy, and his pretty eyes seemed like a vortex without a single ripple. His gaze was cold, his emotions apparent.
Those who knew him were used to his elegance and poise even when he was having a row, but now, he radiated a scary tension that kept others away.
It was still drizzling outside as Qin Mo placed her under the blanket because of the lowered temperature.
Bo jiu slipped in and out of her sleep. In her daze, she could hear someone ask, "Why do you have to leave?"
It was a deep voice which was slightly raspy.
In her exhaustion, Bo Jiu sunk into a deeper sleep.
As the night deepened, Princess huddled in one edge of the glass balcony, quieter than usual.
