The blood spread across the white linen shirt, the five characters in bright red were uneven, clinging to the man's muscular chest, revealing a trace of ferocity.
Tong Ran's nose tingled, and she shook her head desperately, "Don't write, don't use blood..."
She covered her mouth, Mo Nanjue raised his hand and wrote again: [Don't cry.]
Tong Ran nodded quickly, took a breath, and swallowed all her sobs back, just nodding vigorously, "I won't cry anymore, don't write, don't write anymore..."
The man's fingertips lightly traced a few more times on the shirt: [Good.]
He withdrew his hand.
Seeing this, Tong Ran's shoulders slumped. She wondered if she should bite her finger too and write on his shirt?
But if she wrote, if someone saw it, she wouldn't be able to explain what happened tonight.
She had so much to say, but couldn't say it.
