C373 I Am Not Gu Junbai

Ann Xiaomin bit her lower lip gently, her eyes quickly welling up with tears. A single tear, the size of a pea, rolled down her pale cheek and fell onto the back of Rong Zun's hand, which was holding hers.

Though it was just a tear, it felt scalding, like boiling water, causing a sharp pang—not on his hand, but in his heart. It was a sensation Rong Zun had never experienced before