Her mouth was half open, her eyes filled with shock, so shocked that she couldn't even move.
Mo Nanjue's slender fingers gently wiped the side of his face, then glanced at Luo Tingsong, and turned to walk towards the door.
His steps were neither fast nor slow, as he counted the steps in his mind from the hospital bed to the door, one, two, three...
Seventeen steps.
Tong Ran's gaze was still fixed on the hospital bed, on Luo Tingsong's blue and white hospital gown, where a glaring red stained the chest area. She knew that was blood.
The man said nothing, brushing past her shoulder as he was about to leave.
Tong Ran suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.
Mo Nanjue stopped.
He didn't turn back, nor did he speak. Tong Ran's pale hand was tightly gripping his wrist. If she weren't trembling herself, she would definitely have noticed that the man was already shaking all over.
