Liangsheng stared blankly at the silver mask that slowly slipped off, tears falling down in drops.

Yan Mor Calamity's brows were furrowed, he had thought that her reaction would be regret, pity, or even dislike, but he hadn't thought that she would shed tears.

The one crystalline teardrop burned his heart like a hot iron.

"Why are you crying?" Lifting his hand, he gently wiped away the burning teardrops, his low voice full of pity.

As if he didn't hear the question, ...