"I love you..." Tong Ran bit her lower lip, looking at him through the misty vapors, "Mo Nanjue, it's you that I love."
The man wasn't swayed by her words. The woman he wanted had to belong to him and him alone, "But you have him in your heart."
"Mo Nanjue, I... I can't possibly forget about him," Tong Ran spoke truthfully, Luo Xiao was deeply rooted in her heart since childhood, "Regardless of whether there's a blood relationship or not, he has always been my cousin. We grew up together, he washed my clothes, and he always protected me. He has never hurt me, not even once. He wouldn't let me get hurt; do you know that when Aunt would whip down, it was always him who threw himself in front of me to block it, taking such fierce lashes directly on his back, skin splitting and blood splattering..."
