"Of course you can, as long as you want."
"How long is a lifetime?"
The man took a deep breath, her fragrance still so enticing, "As long as you want it to be."
"But what if..."
Mo Nanjue lifted his head, a faint smile on his thin lips, "Don't worry, I will die before you."
"Don't say such things!" Tong Ran's eyes reddened suddenly. These words made her feel uncomfortable, she covered his mouth with her hand, realizing how even her fingertips were trembling, "Don't speak of death, you won't die, never..."
"Silly girl," the man straightened up, holding her hand, "Everyone dies, I'm not immortal."
Tong Ran pulled her hand back with effort, turning her face away, "You're Mo Nanjue."
The man gave a slight smile, "Didn't you often curse me, wishing me an unpleasant death?"
"You—"
Tong Ran bit her lower lip, something inside her was touched, and tears inexplicably streamed down her face. She lowered her head, her shoulders shaking, "I'm sorry..."
