The scene before him was not what Mu Tang had expected. She was injured—why didn't she say anything? Why was she sitting here crying all by herself?
Looking down at Mo Xian, who was weeping with her head buried in her hands, Mu Tang was at a complete loss for what to do.
He remained on horseback, forgetting even to dismount. The fine steed lowered its head and nudged gently against Mo Xian.
Chapter 119