Du Yao woke up slowly. Before he could say anything, a fair hand covered his mouth. Tears kept running down He Danggui's face as if she had immersed herself in endless sorrow. Seeing this, Du Yao became soberer and widened his eyes in astonishment. What's wrong? What happened? She didn't cry like this even though he abducted her, frightened her, molested her, and hit her on her shoulder before. Did she...?

His hollow eyes regained some brightness. Was she feeling sorry ...