"What have you got to cry about? Am I not speaking the truth? Argue with me, then. It's with that pitiful face that you bewitch men into willingly doing anything for you, isn't it?" Ye Feimo spoke without restraint, his hand tightly gripping Wen Nuan's chin as if he intended to shatter it.
Wen Nuan's tears fell, sliding from her cheeks onto his hand, scalding it.
That single tear felt as if it scorched his heart like a hot iron.
Ye Feimo suddenly released her and left with a sweep of his sleeve. Wen Nuan only heard him enter the bedroom, the sound of him going upstairs, and her body lost all strength, no longer able to hold herself up. Ye Feimo's humiliation pierced her heart like needles.
Wen Nuan slid down the wall, collapsing to the floor, as tears continued to fall unceasingly.
After a long while.
She suddenly wiped away her tears, staggering over to the sofa to grab Ye Feimo's tablet.