He curled his lips into a cruel smile and deliberately distorted the truth, "He might die."
"No!" Tong Ran trembled all over, then vigorously swung her hands, "Impossible! Let me go, I need to find him..."
"What's there to look for? He came to find you, and you stabbed him. If you go looking for him again, will he even want you?" Luo Xiao held down her hands, his arms tightened as he embraced her, "Xiao Ran, even if Mo Nanjue isn't dead, he must be utterly desperate with you. He won't come looking for you anymore; you are already mine..."
Tong Ran bit down with a hatred that penetrated her bones. She would never believe another word he said, "Get lost!"
"Xiao Ran," Luo Xiao grasped her slender shoulders with both hands, "Since you are already pregnant with my child, and Mo Nanjue won't come for you anymore, let's get married."
"Marry?" Tong Ran let out a cold laugh, meeting his eyes, "Mo Nanjue isn't dead, is he?"
"Is that all you care about?"
"Yes."
