Tong Ran stood up, she bowed her head, her forehead pressed against the man's, and she held her breath, afraid that the breath she exhaled would blur his face.
She reached out her hand, yet was afraid to wipe it away, just hovering through the air, tracing the contour of the man's profile. Tong Ran gently closed her eyes. That day on the TV, the woman following him called him Nanjue, even though she knew it might just be a business relationship on the surface, it still made her uncomfortable to hear.
Yes, just the word "Nanjue" alone could make her so uncomfortable.
What if Mo Nanjue knew she had been...
A stab of pain flashed in Tong Ran's eyes, a deep mourning overflowed from her gaze.
She slowly backed away, retracting her hands as she moved backward.
On the glass window, the man's handsome face was gradually blurring. Tong Ran bit her lower lip, covering her face with both hands, and slowly squatted down.
