Ruan Fu stared blankly at the Bone Flute in his palm, but she did not reach out to take it.
This item was far too precious. It might even have been extracted from his own body, just like An Bei's scale.
She didn't understand why Mo Ran was giving it to her. But at this moment, she didn't dare to accept it. She was afraid—afraid that she wouldn't be able to bear the heavy significance behind such a gift. After all, she had never considered having any substantial relationship with Mo Ran.
Seeing that Ruan Fu wasn't taking it, Mo Ran's expression turned cold. His clear pink eyes were filled with chilling indifference.
He curled his fingers back, gripping the Bone Flute, and released the embrace that had been caging her.
The atmosphere became awkward for a moment, and even the surrounding temperature seemed to drop significantly in an instant.
