Mo Nanjue gazed at her sparkling eyes, as if something was spilling over—that was the power of life. The man was mesmerized, he lowered his head wanting to kiss her lips, but Tong Ran quickly turned her face away, "Please don't... I'll go pour some water for Dad first."
Anyway, her mood at this moment was happiness, even surprise and delight, the feeling of regaining something lost was always much better than infinite loss.
Mo Nanjue could hear that.
The man's exquisite lips curled into a smile, realizing how easily satisfied he had become now—a single look, a moment of trust, even a simple "okay" made him feel like the world shifted instantly.
He released his hand, Tong Ran pulled away from his embrace, she turned around to pour water, Mo Nanjue straightened his body, his gaze falling on Tong Minghai lying on the ground.
This was his lifelong enemy, yet also the father of the woman he deeply loved.
He squinted slightly, the expression in his eyes was unfathomable.
