With that, she covered her face with both hands, unable to stop sobbing.
Seeing such a fragile Xiang Yun, Mo Zili felt a pang of pain. His nature was always indifferent, and he had never deigned to explain anything to anyone. But this time, as he saw Xiang Yun's fragility and the aloofness in her eyes, the word "divorce" struck fear and panic into his heart, driving him to regret. For the first time, he wanted to explain, to reconcile with her. Though explaining was embarrassing, if it could dispel her thoughts of divorce and prevent her resentment, he was willing to endure the humiliation.
"She was peeping at the master and had caused trouble before..."
"I only ordered her to be punished with fifty sticks to set an example. I never expected it would... kill her..."
"Since she died, I will order for her to be given a proper burial..."
Xiang Yun cried for a long time, while Mo Zili stood by her side, dryly repeating his explanations over and over again.
