Her hand shook, almost dropping the plaque.
Mo Nanjue felt her tremble, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Tong Ran's palms were sweaty. She raised her head, confirmed again, and realized she hadn't seen wrong.
On the plaque beside her, it clearly read Luo Xiao and Tong Ran.
She bit down hard on her lower lip, almost breaking it. At this moment, a cold wind blew through, strong enough to sweep half of the wishing plaques into the pond below.
Tong Ran raised her head. The plaque of her and Mo Nanjue wasn't taken away, neither was the one with Luo Xiao.
Her eyes stabbed with pain.
Mo Nanjue sensed something was wrong with her, he let her down, raised his head, and also saw that plaque.
The man's gaze sank, his handsome face darkening.
"This," Tong Ran pressed close to his side, feeling inexplicably afraid, "when did this get hung up?"
The plaque was clearly weathered, obviously having been there for some time. Mo Nanjue stepped onto the pond's edge and reached to pull it down.
