Bab 111: 111 I'm Your Fiancée (Part 3)

The piercing coldness lingered on Zhao Yiling's wrist, causing pain and chill as if the entire arm no longer belonged to her.

It was a kind of pain that made life barely worth living.

As she looked at her empty wrist, she endured the pain and looked towards Mo Zhixuan, "Mr. Mo, that is... my bracelet."

She hadn't expected that Mo Zhixuan would take her bracelet.

Zhao Yiling felt her heart in disarray, and also somewhat panicked.

"Your bracelet?" Mo Zhixuan's thin lips curled into a cold sneer, each word icy, "Since when did the Mo family's heirloom become yours?"

His deep eyes were devoid of any hint of warmth, as if ice were about to fall from his taut features.

The air pressure around him seemed to drop to freezing point.