Tong Ran lifted her head, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes, only to feel his right arm starting to tremble slightly. He wanted to put down the chopsticks but found he couldn't control his fingers.
He slightly furrowed his brow, feeling even his shoulder trembling along with it.
Clatter.
The chopsticks slipped from the man's slender fingers and fell to the ground.
Tong Ran, startled, put down her chopsticks. Seeing he hadn't moved, she bent down to pick up his chopsticks, and as she stood up, the man had already gotten up and walked out.
"Sorry, I'll go take a look."
Tong Ran said to the old lady, quickly getting up to follow him out.
Mo Nanjue walked fast too, heading forward once he left the wooden house, his right hand hanging at his side. It was then he realized he didn't even have the strength to clench a fist.
