The small body that was practically freezing from the night breeze abruptly fell into a warm embrace.
Just as Qiao Mu wanted to squirm, his raspy voice sounded by her ear. "Don't move, Qiaoqiao, don't move. Don't push me away again! Qiaoqiao."
"You tell me, where did I go wrong. Tell me and I'll change, I'll immediately change, ok? Don't be like this, Qiaoqiao, don't stifle yourself from anger like this, don't be like this, Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao…" His head snuggled into her fine black cascading hair, and he stubbornly hugged her, refusing to let go.
Qiao Mu turned her body around with some difficulty, but before she could raise her head to look at him, he wrapped her small head with his arm, tightly hugging it into his chest.
"Qiaoqiao, it's my fault, I made you so angry that you cried." The crown prince said in a slightly hoarse voice, his mood gloomy. The moment he saw her weep, he wished for nothing more than to kill himself. How could he make Qiaoqiao cry?
