Looking at Mr. Xiaojiu's gentle movements and listening to his voice, as soft as water, Nangong Xu sighed deeply inside.
Mr. Xiaojiu… always prioritizes his pride, even unto death.
In terms of emotions, Mr. Xiaojiu... truly lacks courage.
He'd rather people call him a bastard than hear anyone call him nurturing even once.
Such a tough man truly troubles others when he's in love.
Mu Xiaojiu continued to rub Baili Xia's shoulders, not paying any attention to Nangong Xu's thoughts.
His fingers rested on her eyebrows, attempting to smooth out the creases on her forehead.
Yet, Baili Xia kept her brows furrowed. Although her eyes seemed relaxed, her forehead remained scrunched up.
Perhaps it wasn't because of pain, but rather her discomfort that he was aware of.
She called him scum tonight, she yelled at him.
Those scenes repeatedly flashed through his head.
He knew he had truly hurt her.
She was right, both he and Xiaoyao didn't treat her as a person, but merely as a tool.