Mu Liang pushed open the door to see Qiao Xia clumsily wrapping herself in the quilt, her eyes tinged with red, dark and full of emotion, like a deep pool of water.
In those depths flickered emotions of discomfiture, embarrassment, and indignation, blending into the darkness of her pupils.
She sat on the floor, awkwardly enveloping herself in the pristine quilt, making her skin appear whiter than snow, her hair disheveled. Mu Liang had to take a deep breath and muster all of his self-control to suppress the urge to go over and torment her once more.
Qiao Xia's eyes reddened slightly, and the thought that he had been bullying her without any explanation made those fiery eyes fixate on her skin, attracted to her body without a trace of pity.
Mu Liang had always exercised restraint in this regard, though there were times of madness, more often, he cared about her feelings.
She was fearful, she... was angry.
More than that, it was a kind of heartache.
