Seeing Mo Qingshui sobbing like a child, Luo Feng stepped forward and embraced her. At first, she struggled relentlessly in his arms. "Don't touch me..."
Gradually, Mo Qingshui calmed down. She didn't know what was wrong with her. She hated Luo Feng—truly hated him with every fiber of her being. But now that they were face to face, she couldn't bring herself to feel that hatred. No matter how much he had wronged her, she still couldn't hate him.
"I know I'm a philanderer, and I know you might not forgive me, but I have never lied to you about my love for you," Luo Feng said softly, holding Mo Qingshui in his arms.
Hearing Luo Feng's words, Mo Qingshui began to sob even louder. She even opened her mouth and bit down hard on his shoulder. Luo Feng ignored the searing pain, letting her bite as hard as she needed to.
This was what he owed her. Seeing her cry like a child, Luo Feng knew Mo Qingshui hadn't had an easy life these past few years. And he was the one who had caused it all.
