Mo Lian stood quietly behind her. His heart clenched when he heard her plaintive cries. It was as if her tiny hand was clutching his heart at that moment, and his heart throbbed with pain with her.
"Sometimes, when I look at myself in the mirror. I will be confused because it feels like I am looking at a stranger. I don't want to turn into the kind of person I despise!"
But… a lot of the time, I am simply unable to control my emotions. I only want to be willful this time, this one time! I don't want to be human! I want to be a demon."
I was looking at my hands just now. They're white and clean, with no blemishes at all. But I know, they're not clean in the slightest…"
They're so dirty that I can't turn back at all."
"I…" When Qiao Mu turned around, she saw Mo Lian dart over to her.
He reached out and drew her tightly in his arms.
