Fairy Mingzhu (Goodness: 4/100) took three delicate, fluttering steps toward Lin Mo.
Her embroidered silk shawl slipped gracefully from her right shoulder, exposing her porcelain collarbone.
She dabbed at the corner of her eye with a gossamer handkerchief, letting out a soft, shuddering sob that sounded like a wounded nightingale.
“Young Master Lin,” Mingzhu murmured, her voice dripping with honeyed helplessness. “You must forgive my earlier harshness. I was... I was under immense duress.”
Young Sovereign Jinye (Goodness: -60/100) stiffened, staring at his fiancée in sheer disbelief.
“Mingzhu? What in the nine hells are you doing?!”
Mingzhu did not even glance back at him.
She turned her large, tearful eyes up toward Lin Mo, batting her long eyelashes with practiced sorrow.
