Mo Jingshen Looked Up at Ji Nuan, Who Was Sitting at the Balcony of the Eighteenth Floor
編輯: Henyee Translations
Although Ji Nuan wasn't seriously injured when she fell down the stairs in the Yu Garden yesterday, there was a small red mark on her forehead near the hairline.
She rarely wore foundation except for a nude lipstick, so that part of her forehead wasn't covered. As she bent her head and looked up, the loose strands of hair receded a little, revealing the red patch on her forehead.
She who was holding the glass froze because of his gaze resting on her forehead. Neither of them spoke. The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and her rapid beating heart was particularly obvious.
He looked at her and said in a low and deep voice, "Ji Nuan, I never joke. Since I say I want a divorce, I mean it."
He didn't take the glass in her hand but just looked down at her indifferently. The light of the sitting room fell over her head as if her hair had been edged with a pale silver.