Ling Jinmo naturally heard Ling Lin’s voice pleading for him to stay. Her tone was as weak and delicate as ever, the ends of her sentences trembling slightly. He didn't need to look to know that Ling Lin must be wearing that tear-streaked, pitiful expression of hers.
Only this time, what surfaced in his heart was not pity, but cold indifference.
Whenever she sought his protection, she would weep and act weak, yet the moment real trouble struck, she would just as readily cry her way out of it and kick him aside without a second thought—just as she had done moments ago.
Chapter 352