Mo Nanjue's back went rigid. He slightly tilted his chin up, his narrowed eyes seemingly fixed on some distant spot.
Tong Ran held onto his hand tightly, as if letting go would mean losing him forever. She was truly scared, though she didn't even know what she was afraid of. She had always thought he wouldn't leave—he was Mo Nanjue, how could he leave...
In this relationship, she never believed he would withdraw. From the moment he met her, he had never let go. Tong Ran always assumed he wouldn't let go, never considering what if he did...
She never considered his perspective, because he had always silently endured, making Tong Ran feel he wouldn't feel pain, wouldn't be hurt, wouldn't be disappointed or grow cold...
If his heart grew cold, what could she use to warm it back up?
Tong Ran really didn't dare to think...
"I'm sorry..."
