Tong Ran paused in her movements. She leaned forward, mimicking his actions by sticking out her tongue, wanting to kiss him deeply. But even this, something they used to do every minute, had become impossible now.
She suddenly regretted it deeply. When they were in Jinhai City, he wanted to kiss her at every moment, could get aroused anytime and anywhere. She always dodged or avoided, constantly pushing him away.
But in the end, she realized that the things she could have every day had become a distant dream.
Why did she avoid at that time? Clearly, she could cherish them, so why...
Tong Ran stretched out her hand, her small fist hitting the glass window again and again, producing a banging sound mixed with her animalistic sounds of anguish, "Mo Nanjue! Hold me! I want you to hold me!"
"Tong Ran!"
Mo Nanjue choked on his words, grief clouding his delicate eyes. Watching was painful as he reached out to grab the window, wanting to wrap her small hand in his palm.
