"I'm not?" Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes slightly, "Then what am I to you?"
"..."
What is he?
Tong Ran opened her mouth, but really didn't know what to say.
She had never thought about this question, never defined it from the bottom of her heart. She couldn't deny that to her, he was just Mo Nanjue.
She also thought of him as just Mo Nanjue. Apart from these three words, she had no other thoughts.
Could it be that he was just her Mo Nanjue, and there was nothing wrong with that?
Tong Ran didn't think it was bad. She had always enjoyed his dedication and love. Of course, she didn't think it was bad.
In fact, she thought it was very good.
Mo Nanjue lowered his head slightly, and when she saw his trembling shoulders, she realized why he turned his face. Tong Ran's heart felt like boiling water was poured over it, "I'm sorry..."
