Shen Juhua and Aunt Zhou sat together, a bit afraid as they looked at Mo Zili across from them. At this moment, he sat across from Juhua, his entire body soaked with water. The cold rainwater trickled down his fair forehead, gliding past his handsome features, and finally dripped onto the floor.
He was completely unconcerned, his deep eyes fixed intently on Juhua, once again asking, "Why are you avoiding me? Why won't you reply to my letters?"
Juhua nervously picked at her fingers and said timidly, "Dad and Mom won't allow me to see you. I don't want to make them angry. Besides, at the end of the year, I'm going to... going to... get married, so... so..."
"So what?"
Mo Zili's palm clenched, and his gaze became sharper, looking at Juhua as if it were on fire, as if whatever she said next would burn her if it wasn't something he wanted to hear.
