Mo Nanjue's attractive thin lips moved slightly, and the six words he uttered were very light, yet for Luo Xiao, they felt like a thunderbolt striking his heart. He stepped back two paces, his brows deeply furrowed.
Wife.
He had not expected to hear these words from Mo Nanjue's mouth...
He had to admit, these words were very warm, warm enough to make someone who had long lived in ice also want to have it.
But Luo Xiao knew that if Xiao Ran were awake, even if he said these two words, she wouldn't respond, she might even... He reached up to touch his own cheek, the slap Xiao Ran gave him that day seemed to still linger by his ear.
That was the first time she had hit him.
He thought, no matter how much Mo Nanjue said at this moment, Xiao Ran couldn't hear it, and luckily, she couldn't hear it.
Mo Nanjue didn't move, maintaining this posture, his thin lips staying at her nose tip, feeling her faint breath, which at least told him she was still alive.
