The man's thin and sexy lips pressed lightly as he turned the wheelchair towards the door, leaving Yun Ran with a slightly lonely back view.
A low voice came, "I come here only because this was my mother's palace when she was alive."
Yun Ran paused, feeling a gentle touch on something deep inside her, raising a faint trace of pity.
It's said that he lost his mother at the age of ten, and went to the battlefield with the army at the age of eleven…
Suddenly, Yun Ran felt a bit sorry for him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know…"
"No matter, it's an old story."
The man's tone was casual, but Yun Ran could still hear a faint sadness in his voice.
In that moment, Yun Ran looked at his silhouette fading in the dim light, determined to heal his legs and make him stand again.
Nangong Mo had already reached the door, raising his hand to push it, when Yun Ran grabbed his arm, "They…"
Nangong Mo turned to her, raising an eyebrow gently, "They have already left."
Yun Ran: "???"
