"Let's not talk about this," Mo Nanjue didn't mention it further, he embraced her waist and held her onto him, "Aren't you tired? Take a nap."
Tong Ran obediently lay on his chest, clinging to him like an Octopus. She still felt uneasy, "But even if you've found out, you shouldn't show the death notification to the elderly like that..."
"Dead means dead, what can be changed by hiding it?" Mo Nanjue squinted his charming eyes, aside from her, compassion had never appeared in his life, "She'll have to know sooner or later."
"Have you thought about it? Maybe she won't know," Tong Ran pressed her small face against his collarbone, her tone inexplicably mournful, "She will keep waiting, and thus her life has a belief, at least she can live on, even if this belief never appears until her death..."
"Really?" Mo Nanjue slightly curled his lips, he lowered his eyes to gaze into hers, "If it were you, would you want to be kept in the dark?"
"..."
