The man reached out to brush aside her dark hair, and on the back of her neck, a deep red dot was particularly glaring.
It was a scar left by an injection.
Mo Nanjue squinted slightly, showing traces of compassion and pity. His fingertip touched it, and as soon as he made contact with the scar, Tong Ran suddenly stiffened, instinctively crying out, "Ah..."
The man's fingers paused and did not move again.
"Did you ever think she would feel pain?" Mo Nanjue hugged her tightly, his gaze deeply focused on the scar, "Can't you hear her crying out in pain?"
Luo Xiao released his grip from his shoulder, "If you let go, she won't hurt anymore."
Mo Nanjue sneered, "You don't even know why she's hurting, and yet you have the nerve to say you love her?"
Luo Xiao pressed his lips together and didn't argue with him.
