Tong Ran's hair lay messily by her side, her entire body weak, her face as pale as snow, "It's impossible. Wherever Mo Nanjue is, that's where my home is."
Luo Xiao tucked her quilt properly, leaned down, his thin lips brushing against her cheek, "Xiao Ran, you rest first. What do you want to eat tonight?"
Tong Ran remained motionless, staring blankly at the ceiling, "Let me go."
"How about some noodles with soybean paste?" Luo Xiao reached out to brush aside the strands of hair on her cheek, took a cotton swab from the bedside, moistened it with water, and wiped her chapped lips, "Or would you prefer pizza?"
"Let me go."
"Then let's have noodles with soybean paste," Luo Xiao stood up, walked over, and closed all the curtains, "You sleep now, I'll be downstairs."
"Let me go."
"I'll head out, I'll come up to check on you in an hour."
Luo Xiao walked to the door, just as he pulled it open, Tong Ran's dry, raspy voice came through, "Luo Xiao, I hate you."
