"Mo, I was wrong. Don't be angry, will you?" She walked slowly to the leaf, looked up at him, and apologized to him in a low voice.

Her face is very sad and pitiful. Leaf ink is not without a trace of movement.

"Tell me, what did you do?" After a calm journey, Ye Zimo was no longer as angry and impulsive as he was when he struck people in the hospital hall.

But the anger was still there. He thought that she was standing with Mo Xiaojun secretly. He was so angry that he couldn't bear it.

Xia Yihan took a deep breath, grabbed Yezimo's arm and whispered, "I'm...