Luo Xiao reached out and grabbed at thin air.
A look of sorrow gathered between his brows. Luo Xiao lowered his head and glanced at his own hand. He had definitely held onto it, so why did it still slip through his fingers?
Why?
Tong Ran ran quickly, biting down hard on her lower lip. Even such a brief separation was now unbearable. Mo Nanjue walked down from the entrance with his hands in his pockets, and his vision blurred for a moment. The man lifted his head and saw a figure suddenly throw herself into his arms.
Tong Ran almost collided into his embrace, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. Her fingers were interlocked behind his back, her small face buried into his chest. She was choking with sobs, "Don't leave me..."
Mo Nanjue squinted his eyes, slightly lifting his exquisite chin, and saw Luo Xiao looking this way.
He curled his mouth into a cold sneer and reached out to hold the woman in his arms.
