Mo Nanjue straightened his body, raising his eyes to gaze deeply at her. Their eyes met, and Tong Ran clearly felt the deep affection in the man's eyes. She raised her hand to the glass window, "Mo Nanjue, you must go... Quick, quick, go!"
Mo Nanjue reached to pull up his black leather jacket, the endless darkness wrapping around the blood-stained linen shirt. He bent down to withdraw the twin guns from his pant leg, then lowered his gaze, crouching down to stealthily slip away.
Tong Ran watched his back, her small hand clenched into a fist, words spilling from between her teeth, "Mo Nanjue, I will wait for you my whole life..."
Only when his figure disappeared from her sight did Tong Ran withdraw her hand. She slid down the glass, unsure if the feeling in her heart was joy or a deeper sadness.
