After a long moment, he finally, slowly, drew near.
The corners of Yun Mo's eyes burned as his gaze trembled. He stroked her face, his voice very low.
"...You know everything now, don't you?"
The beauty's delicate, pale brow was tightly furrowed, a sight that would stir pity in even the coldest of hearts.
Yun Mo smoothed her brow, his gaze darkening slightly.
"I won't go easy on that woman again. You… can rest easy."
But in the end, he couldn't bring himself to ask for forgiveness.
Because it would be useless.
He knew her personality all too well. What he had done… she would never forgive him for it.
'…The thought of their child, lost before it was ever born.'
A deeper gloom settled over Yun Mo's heart, and he pressed his thin lips into a firm line.
He was careful not to disturb her, yet he woke her all the same.
The weak beauty slowly opened her eyes. Her long, curled lashes fluttered, the corners of her eyes still tinged with red.
