C116 Pretending to be a pitiful di qingmo

Above the grand hall, a man wearing a purple robe was supporting his chin gloomily. His lips were so red that it seemed to be dripping blood, forming a straight line. Hurricane swirls in a pair of mesmerizing amber eyes.

"Tims, it's been three months, and she still hasn't come to see me." Di Qingmo sighed. His dark eyes were like the abyss of the deep sea, he could not see to the end