The little Yaya looked at him coldly and said faintly, "I got used to it when I was injured, and became numb when I got used to it."
Mu Jinmo's body swayed and her face turned pale. She could not believe that this was a girl whom he had watched grow up.
He extended his hand with a sad expression on his face. "Luo'er."
In her impression, she was sweet and lovely, soft-hearted, and shy-faced. She was totally an innocent and lovely girl.
But now she was coldly looking on, her tone was as cold as snow, her words were sharp, and each word hurt people. Was she... still his beloved?
Zhuo Ran took a step forward and blocked his way. "That's enough, Young Master Mu. If you're a man, then don't pester me any longer. Let me look down on you."
Mu Jin's face turned pale with anger, as if she had
