"What do you have to cry about? Am I wrong? Go on, refute me! You just use that pitiful face to bewilder men, making them willingly do anything for you, don't you?" Ye Feimo lashed out, his hand gripping Wen Nuan's chin as if to shatter it.
Wen Nuan's tears fell, tracing a path down her cheeks and onto his hand, burning him.
That single tear felt scorching, as if it had branded his heart.
Ye Feimo abruptly released her, sweeping away as he went. Wen Nuan only heard him enter the bedroom and then the sound of him going upstairs. Her body lost its strength, no longer able to support itself. Ye Feimo's humiliation pierced her heart like needles.
Wen Nuan slowly slid down the wall to the floor, tears ceaselessly falling.
After a long time.
She suddenly wiped her tears, stumbled to the sofa, and picked up Ye Feimo's tablet.
The webpage was still open, with a bold headline proclaiming Wen Nuan was being kept by Young Master Fang, an unspeakable secret.
