Tong Ran lifted her head at the sound, her eyes widening in shock as her knees went weak and she lunged forward, "Don't smash it!"
Her small face was pressed against the glass window.
Mo Nanjue squatted down, raising his hand to softly wipe away the tracks of her tears on her cheek, "Don't cry."
Tong Ran raised her hand to wipe away her tears, reaching out to grab his finger, but it was only a futile gesture.
"Hold me."
He couldn't hear her.
"Mo Nanjue."
The man just stared at her.
Tong Ran dropped to her knees, pressing her hands against the glass, calling out again, "Mo Nanjue."
She was getting addicted to calling his name.
Mo Nanjue squatted there, one hand resting on his knee, staring intently at her face, his dark pupils ablaze with light.
Tong Ran turned her face away.
The man's brows furrowed, raising his hand to write something.
Just as his slender fingertips touched the glass, Tong Ran suddenly turned back, kissing directly against it.
