Tong Ran was startled. When she turned her head, the man had already stood up, and the ropes that had bound him were all broken. Mo Nanjue stood up, and his tall figure made the living room feel cramped.
His face was sullen as he walked toward her step by step.
"You..." Tong Ran stood up, her palms sweaty. She didn't back away but instead tried to reach out to grab him, "Mo Nanjue, look at me, I'm Tong Ran..."
The man's steps did not stop. His hands hung by his sides, his fingertips turning white from gripping too tightly. Tong Ran swallowed hard and could hear the sound of his knuckles rubbing.
Mo Nanjue stood in front of her.
Tong Ran looked up. She could avoid him, but she didn't. How could she forget? His poison hadn't been cured. He...
Bang!
The man swung a fist against the wall beside her head. Tong Ran dodged it, but Mo Nanjue grabbed her shoulder and flung her to the side, "Ah—"
