"Oh, little witch… such a pitiful creature." His gaze darkened with something close to pity, though his voice dripped venom. "Do you want to know what I've discovered? That Bai Chen—your precious Bai Chen—is getting engaged. Do you dare guess with whom?"
The words struck like lightning. Feng Ling froze, the pain burning in her jaw momentarily forgotten. Her eyes searched his face, desperate to catch a hint of deceit, but all she found was chilling indifference.
"Well, I'll tell you—" Mo Tian began, then stopped abruptly. His smile deepened, cruel satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "No. I want you to suffer with curiosity. I want you to live each day wondering. But don't worry… I'll take pity on you. I'll even let you attend their wedding. You'll watch it with your own eyes little witch."
