Mo Nanjue's long, slender fingers closed as he held her in the palm of his hand. Ever since they moved in together, he had never let her suffer. With him, Tong Ran always maintained a stubborn demeanor, never backing down in their arguments, often driving him halfway to madness.
But now...
Mo Nanjue couldn't describe what he was feeling. He had never wanted to change her; whatever she liked, she continued to be as she was. That was the lively and vibrant her.
What he didn't know was that her stubbornness and tantrums were reserved for certain people. She could be fierce with him, but not with others.
This was the difference between love and not love.
After saying that, Tong Ran kept her head down. She didn't move, and the man didn't write anything. A light atmosphere of tension spread between them, even softening the moonlight.
After a while, she finally raised her head and wrote: [Why aren't you speaking?]
[I'm waiting for you to speak.]
[I just did.]
