Mo Xuetong raised her head and stared at him blankly.
Her eyes, which ought to have been a little cold, glowed. There was some misty mist in her big, inky eyes. Her long eyelashes quivered a little, and her small mouth was half-open, but she could not utter a word. She had an ineffable charm. On her attractive, pointy, oval face, her peerless beauty was dreamlike as if it were covered with a light mist.
She, too, seemed to be as poor as an abandoned little animal.
Feng Yuran felt that his heart had never been so soft. His eyes were as tender as water! He held her more and more tightly in his arms, as if she were the most precious treasure.
