C682 682 Final Purpose

His voice was very soft and low, like he was mumbling to himself.

Qiao Mu did not hear it clearly. "What is it?"

Huang Liu lowered his head.

He looked down and then glanced once more at the skirt that she had torn. There was a flash of confusion and disappointment in his eyes, but when he raised his head again, this emotion had already been completely restrained.

"Your clothes." He stressed