Just a woman, yet treated like a treasure. Mo Beiyan raised an eyebrow, he would never do such a foolish thing.
Tong Ran sat in the bridal sedan chair, her head lowered, trembling all over.
It really is him...
She hung her head, like a child who had done something wrong, afraid to look up.
Mo Nanjue put away his gun, his thin lips pressed tightly together, and walked over to the entrance of the sedan chair.
He squatted down slightly.
Feeling the shadow falling in front of her, Tong Ran slowly lifted her head.
Their eyes met, and sparks flew dazzlingly.
This time, they truly connected with their gazes, with nothing between them—no glass window, no Luo Xiao...
Mo Nanjue raised his hand and tore open all the curtains of the sedan chair.
Tong Ran's hands shook violently, even her teeth were chattering. Her nose was sour, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't cry out loud. When he wasn't there, she could cry her heart out, but seeing him, she just couldn't shed a tear.
