Mo Nanjue pushed away the bowl beside him, showing no appetite, "I'm not hungry."
Tong Ran regarded his chiseled handsome face, "I think you've lost weight recently."
"Lost weight from being tired," Mo Nanjue smiled, "Carrying you around every day, even a god would lose weight."
"No more carrying me from now on!"
The man held her hand, "I enjoy it."
After dinner, the two strolled through the small town. As the sky gradually darkened, the afterglow of the sunset cast on their shoulders. Tong Ran held his hand, hearing the sound of their shoes scuffing against the stones beneath their feet, "Mo Nanjue."
"Hmm?"
"I wish we could walk like this for a lifetime," Tong Ran lifted her little face, hope falling between her lashes, "Morning and evening, from now on, watching the sunset side by side."
Mo Nanjue glanced at her, "You're so short; how do we walk side by side?"
"You..."
