Tong Ran paused for a moment before curling her lips. She raised her hand to cover her eyes, almost bursting into laughter. Had her longing become so overwhelming that she was starting to hallucinate?
She turned away and wiped the corners of her eyes.
Suddenly sensing a shadow in front of her, Tong Ran paused again. Her hand, which was wiping her eyes, stopped in mid-air, and then she looked up.
Mo Nanjue was standing outside the glass window, his thin lips tightly pressed, his handsome eyes locked onto her unblinkingly.
Tong Ran opened her mouth wide, her eyes wide open, almost popping out. She couldn't believe it, shocked beyond words, "You..."
Mo Nanjue's dark pupils were filled with fragmented tenderness. His gaze was deep, piercing straight into her eyes, instantly capturing the nerve in her called longing.
The man's thin lips parted slightly. When two words spilled out, it felt like ages had passed, "Tong Ran."
