CHAPTER 410: CHAPTER 390:

"If you’re feeling tired, I’ll chop it myself. Please don’t cry, okay?" However, Yun Ran merely looked at him without speaking, tears silently streaming down her face.

The young girl’s face was like a painting, her cheeks faintly flushed as if tinted with a layer of rouge. Her limpid autumn eyes held a mix of slight anger and deep grievance, silently accusing him of his ’misdeeds.’

At this moment, Nangong Mo felt like he was nothing less than an absolute scoundrel!

To bully an innocent girl to this degree! It was simply outrageous, enough to incite the wrath of both man and god, utterly unforgivable!

He clumsily wiped her tears while deeply reflecting on himself.

"Aran, it’s all my fault! I shouldn’t have teased you at such a time, shouldn’t have said those stupid things that made you angry. I failed to be gentle and considerate; I’m not a good man! No, I’m not even worthy of being called a human!"

"Ah! Why... why is she crying even harder now?! Or is it that she’s in great pain? It’s all my fault! I’m a beast! I failed to care for your body, I’m worse than a beast!"

"Aran, please don’t cry! I’m begging you, my little ancestor! If you keep crying, I just..."

As he spoke, Nangong Mo almost wished for a knife to end himself and apologize to her!

Seeing this, Yun Ran glanced at him lightly and huffed, "Nangong Mo, hurry and release my acupuncture points."

The girl he cherished finally spoke to him, and Nangong Mo was almost moved to tears: My little ancestor, I finally calmed her!

"Release, release! I will release it right away!"

Nangong Mo immediately released Yun Ran’s acupuncture points, holding a bottle of ointment in his hand, and cautiously asked her, "Aran, about this ointment..."

Yun Ran, knowing what he intended to say, coldly and mercilessly said:

"Put the ointment down and you can leave."

"Aran..."

Nangong Mo wanted to make one more effort, but seeing Yun Ran about to cry again, he swallowed his words in fear.

"Alright, alright! I’ll leave, I’ll leave immediately!"

Reluctantly, Nangong Mo placed the ointment by Yun Ran’s side, gave a glance to the bird’s nest porridge nearby, and humbly probed, "Aran, how about I feed you the porridge first? Then I’ll leave?"

Yun Ran gave a cold snort and quietly looked at him, with her gaze clearly saying: Why don’t you hurry and roll away smoothly?!

Though Nangong Mo indeed had a thousand reluctant thoughts, he dared not make her cry again, so he obligingly and reluctantly retreated.

Yun Ran waited until the gentle sound of the door closing reached her ears before she softly breathed a sigh of relief and lay back down.

Staring quietly at the light gauze canopy above, her heart was a jumble of mixed emotions, an endless tangled mess she couldn’t unravel.

She couldn’t quite say why she had just cried.

Sometimes, a girl’s emotions can be quite inexplicable.

If it was about the pain... it indeed hurt a lot, but she had been injured countless times while practicing martial arts before and only cried when she was a child.

Moreover, he wasn’t as beastly as he claimed to be.

At that time, he was controlled by that damned technique, his rationality almost burnt to ashes by the flames, yet with astonishing willpower, he stubbornly held onto a shred of clarity just to not hurt her.

And even at that moment... when it had reached that point, simply because he saw her tears, he was flustered and wanted to stop, even knowing it might mean his death.