The man's eyelids twitched slightly, and he really played dead to the end.
"Mo Nanjue!" Tong Ran saw he was still unresponsive and suddenly panicked. This was what she feared most, like the time she was alone floating on the sea—this poisoned despair creeping up truly felt fatal. She reached out, grabbed his shoulder, and shook him a few times, "Don't scare me, Mo Nanjue!"
The man remained motionless.
Tong Ran was utterly anxious now. Could it be that she pressed the pillow too tightly just now? She clearly didn't use much force... She braced one hand against the side of the bed, and her trembling fingers reached towards his breath.
There's no breath.
He's not breathing...
Tong Ran felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her mouth hung slightly open as she stared dumbfounded for quite some time before thinking to pinch his philtrum, "Mo Nanjue! Wake up, Mo Nanjue!"
