Mo Nanjue's thin lips slightly curved, not knowing whether it was a smile or something else, but in any case, it was bitter, "When did you learn to comfort people like this?"
"I didn't learn..." Tong Ran suddenly lowered her voice, "because during the time you weren't here, I told myself this every day, and with Chennchenn around... that's how I made it through."
Mo Nanjue's back stiffened, feeling as if his heart had been punched hard, and he suddenly turned around, causing Tong Ran to lose her balance for a moment...
In the next instant, she was pulled into a cold embrace.
Everything slowly became warm because of her...
He actually knew all along that she just wanted him to feel less miserable.
The man's exquisite chin rested on the top of her head, his deep eyes, "He won't die."
"He won't," Tong Ran took a deep breath, "back then, he was stabbed by... my dad, fell from the building, and still survived, so whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger."
