Li Qingshen remained silent, his beautiful eyes staring intently at Ling Momo's face, unblinkingly. As a tremor began to emerge from the depths of Ling Momo's heart, Li Qingshen suddenly raised his hand.
His long, slightly warm fingertips paused at Ling Momo's face. His gaze turned sharp and profound in a flash as he spoke, each word crisp and cold, "You've cried enough in front of me, once you step out the door, you must smile."
Li Qingshen spoke slowly and calmly, his tone as lofty and proud as the man himself, even laced with a trace of disdain.
Ling Momo detested this presumptuous and feigned superiority in Li Qingshen's demeanor.
Yet at this moment, these simple words just caused her to frown and, almost instinctively, lift her head.
What met her gaze was Li Qingshan's handsome and striking face, still as indifferent and ruthless as ever, its beauty almost suffocating.
