Tong Ran looked at him skeptically, "Really?"
Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Do I need to prove it again?"
Tong Ran glanced at him a couple of times, then suddenly pushed his hand away forcefully, "Don't hold onto me!"
"..."
Mo Nanjue laughed silently, women are so fickle, just a moment ago who was it that was holding onto whom and wouldn't let go?
Tong Ran's small face was cold, clearly showing she was unhappy. She bent over to pick up a glass of milk and turned to walk along the beach.
She wore a deep blue long dress, the sea breeze lifted the hem, creating a slim arc, Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at her back. His past was all blood, his world was black.
She alone was the only touch of blue in his life.
Just one touch was enough, it could shine eternally, completely illuminating his originally dark life.
