Mo Zili sat there unperturbed as the tea splashed by Xiang Yun poured over his head. He didn't dodge, nor did he even blink; he just let the burning hot tea stream down his pale cheeks, dampening his entire body.
On the side, Cui Wen, Cui Lu, and others were terrified. They hurried over to Xiang Yun's side and shielded her with their bodies in case Mo Zili suddenly turned violent.
However, Mo Zili did not move. He sat there motionless, looking at Xiang Yun who was sobbing breathlessly, his face expressing pity. After a long time, he said in a low voice, "Xiang Yun, although it was an unintentional fault, I bear the major responsibility in this matter. I don't blame you for being angry. If splashing water on me does not ease your anger, you can come and hit me, hit me until your anger subsides."
