Mo Nanjue raised his hand to lightly touch his lips, acting as if he was about to step forward again.
Tong Ran cautiously stepped back, afraid he might do something again, and then turned around and jogged toward the small cabin.
Mo Nanjue stared at her back, then shifted his gaze to his right hand. It had completely returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.
It was clear that what just happened wasn't due to poison.
The man squinted his eyes, repeatedly clenching and relaxing his right hand several times. Only after confirming it was perfectly fine did he turn to walk back.
Dinner took a long time. Tong Ran chatted a lot with the elder. Before going to sleep, Mo Nanjue mentioned that the elder agreed to invite Old Uncle Wang over for a meal the next day.
Tong Ran was very sleepy; although she had napped in the afternoon, after a bath, she felt tired. Mo Nanjue carried her back to bed, and shortly after, she fell asleep.
