"What's wrong? Does it hurt a lot?" Tong Ran furrowed her brows tightly, watching his agony yet feeling completely helpless. This feeling was almost more frustrating than her own pain.
Mo Nanjue didn't move. It was cold by the seaside, but fine sweat began to bead on his forehead. He clenched his teeth tightly, the internal and external clashes of cold and heat within his body were unbearable. The man stood rigidly, yet his body began to tremble. His fingers unconsciously clenched into fists, relaxed, then clenched again.
Tong Ran stood on the side, her heart pounding with fear. He had never been in such a state before, not even the last time had been this severe. Right now, he resembled a wild beast about to pounce, and no one knew what he might do next.
Tong Ran reached out with an extremely gentle movement and touched his arm, "Mo Nanjue?"
The man's thin lips twitched.
