Tong Ran heard the words but didn't argue, instead, she turned her gaze towards the window. "It hasn't been for a long time."
From a long time ago… from the time he left home, it had already ceased to be.
The man was quite satisfied. "Good to know."
By the time they got home it was already very late. Mo Nanjue applied medicine on Tong Ran's arm. Compared to daytime, the swelling on her arm had gone down. Now there were only faint blue marks that still hurt a bit when touched.
After washing up, Tong Ran, dressed in her pajamas, entered the master bedroom. Nannan was curled up in a ball on the windowsill. Tong Ran walked over and picked it up. The little guy proudly twisted a few times, "Ow ow ow—"
Tong Ran held her forehead, bent down to place Nannan on the nightstand, and squatted down as well. "Nannan, you're a cat, not a wolf, so you're not allowed to 'ow ow ow' anymore, got it?"
