She immediately noticed that woman's hands, slender and fair, just like hers, surely hands well-suited for playing the piano...
Is she also a student of South Music?
Tong Ran stood barefoot on the cold floor, waves of chill flooding her heart. She bit her lower lip, but tears still spilled over uncontrollably. Her lips parted slightly as she uttered those three words, "Mo Nanjue..."
He also came to South Africa...
But she was already tainted. Now that he was here, how could she face him?
She couldn't face him anymore...
Tong Ran's hands were held by the servants, unable to cover her mouth. She lowered her head, tears sliding down her sharp chin into her neck.
It was him, it was really him; she saw him again...
He was still that lofty Mo Nanjue, just as before.
The servant quickly got up to fetch tissues for her tears, feeling pity for her plight. "Mrs. Luo, what's wrong with you?"
