"Then I'll die before you."
"No, that's not okay. If you die before me, won't I be heartbroken to death?"
Mo Nanjue's large hand wandered over her waist, "So how do you want to die?"
"I don't want to die," Tong Ran took a deep breath, feeling inexplicably heavy, "Let's die together, share the same quilt in life, the same grave in death, how about that?"
"No, I don't want to be buried with a pig."
"..."
Tong Ran was almost furious. She punched his shoulder, "Mo Nanjue, can't you be a little romantic?"
The man squinted at her pouty look, finding it amusing no matter how he looked at it, "Don't want to be romantic with a pig."
"..."
Tong Ran, fuming, tried to get up, but Mo Nanjue grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap, "Where are you trying to go?"
"Are we going to keep wandering?" Tong Ran, pregnant, dared not straddle him, so she curled her legs up and leaned against him, "Wherever you are, that's my home."
