Her so-called happiness was truly simple.
Mo Nanjue's handsome face revealed a hint of confusion. How long could he provide her with such simple happiness?
Chen An said that America had already started looking for him...
Some things he had been avoiding for so long, were eventually going to catch up with him.
In fact, Luo Xiao was quite right in what he said; what he lost to was his inability to marry Tong Ran.
But isn't marriage exactly what women want the most?
He could give her everything, yet this one thing, he could not afford to give.
If he were to marry her, it would be his doing her a disservice.
"What's wrong?" Tong Ran served a bowl of soup and noticed him staring blankly at the beef stir-fried with onions on the table, "Don't you feel well?"
Mo Nanjue shook his head, "It's nothing."
As he spoke, he saw Tong Ran still looking at him. The man pursed his lips and suddenly asked, "Tong Ran, do you want to get married?"
