"No good, this place is too remote," the man in black went to check the instruments in the front cabin and then shook his head, "There's no signal at sea, and we can't search for any help yet. Even if we could get in touch, it would take some time, but the Young Master..."
The rest of his words were left unsaid, but Tong Ran knew all too well. Mo Nanjue might not be able to wait, nobody knew what he had just inhaled.
What to do...
Tong Ran's brows were tightly knitted as she almost crawled to Mo Nanjue's side. The man was tall and slender, lying horizontally in the cabin, with many deep red powders on his deerskin coat, creating a captivating splendor. Tong Ran felt a sting at the tip of her nose, and tears welled up as she reached out to touch his face, "Mo Nanjue? Can you hear me talking?"
Mo Nanjue's eyelids slightly lifted.
His entire body, including his fingertips, was trembling...
