Mu Yuze chuckled, as if mocking her futile attempts to cover up her feelings.
Su Wanwan felt her chin being lifted, forced to look up and meet his profound eyes.
The action was too intimate, and she instinctively resisted, but her wrist was held tight, rendering her unable to push his hand away.
The emotions she had been holding back suddenly reached a boiling point because of his action, her nose tingled, and tears poured down in big drops.
Mu Yuze watched her silent crying, finally sighed helplessly, and freed a hand to wipe away her tears.
"You look really ugly when you cry," he said, his tone full of disdain.
Su Wanwan choked, then sobbed even harder.
She no longer knew how to face this man. Her anger, sorrow, and despair seemed insignificant in his eyes. He always had this ability to make her feel that all her persistence was pathetically small and laughable.
