Nangong Yaoling forcibly pried her hand away, and under the light he finally noticed that her once fair little face was now swollen and red.
"Someone hit you? Xiaonuan, who hit you!?" Nangong Yaoling asked in a dark, heavy voice, his tone seething with blazing fury.
Xiaonuan hurriedly shook her head and turned her face away. "No… I just accidentally bumped into something…" She tried hard to make her voice sound lighter, but even so, the moment she opened her mouth, fat tears were already falling one by one.
The icy tears fell straight onto the back of Nangong Yaoling's hand.
Under the light, the man's handsome face had gone completely grim. Her tears landed on the back of his hand, yet he felt as if sharp knives were stabbing straight into his heart.
The pain almost made him suck in a breath of cold air.
The next second, he suddenly reached out and pressed her head forcefully against his chest.
