Mo Zili stood behind her, watching the disappointed little face in the mirror slowly shedding tears, feeling a sharp pain in his heart.
She was sad because she couldn't go back and marry that man, she was feeling disappointed, regret, suffering, heartbroken...
However, he didn't blame her. It was his fault for hurting her too deeply. Any other woman would hate him for that, so he dared not expect too much, only hoping that she would give him a chance to redeem himself.
"Xiang Yun!"
He raised his hand, just about to place it on her shoulder, to comfort her, to soothe her, but the face in the mirror suddenly turned pale, she jumped up and ran to the side, hugging her own shoulders, warily staring at his raised hand, tremblingly asking, "What are you going to do?"
Mo Zili withdrew his hand, bitterly smiling, "Do I make you feel that distrustful? We lived under the same roof for many months, don't you know what kind of person I am?"
