Perhaps it's because it's quiet here that she feels exceptionally secure sleeping. She sat up, and the bed beside her was icy cold.
She was startled, hurriedly lifted the quilt, and without putting on shoes, she got up and rushed downstairs.
Passing the balcony, Tong Ran glanced over, and her heart suddenly sank.
For some reason, Tong Ran constantly felt increasingly anxious recently. She used to believe that Mo Nanjue would never leave her. She thought, he loves her, how could he leave?
But she gradually realized that love alone isn't enough. Faced with reality, love can be smashed to bits, leaving nothing.
Like two originally parallel lines, no matter how far they look at each other, who knows when the day will come for them to intersect.
Tong Ran swallowed hard and walked over with lighter steps.
On the balcony, Mo Nanjue leaned his elbows on the railing, his head lowered slightly, the curve of his bent back both graceful and strong.
