She was hanging her petite head, looking especially dejected.
Crown Prince Mo's heart squeezed, and he hastily walked over to pick up that little one from the stone stool and place her into his arms. "What's wrong?"
It was only when the little fellow looked up that he noticed her moist eyes. She was evidently on the verge of tears.
Crown Prince Mo immediately panicked, and he quickly hugged her while inquiring gently, "Qiaoqiao, what's wrong? Who bullied our Qiaoqiao? Quickly tell me! I'll help you beat him up!"
"You guys." Qiao Mu pulled her lips into a thin line as she did her utmost to hold back the moistness in her eyes.
You're not allowed to cry, not allowed to cry!
Only the weak cried this easily!
She was someone who was going to walk the path of the strong. How could she be toppled by such a tiny setback!
"Us?" Mo Lian stole a furtive glance at the little treant ducking behind the stone stool.
