Mo Nanjue nodded, turned around, Mo Beiyan's palm landed on his shoulder, he finally spoke after a moment of silence, "Can you manage?"
Mo Nanjue's lips curled into a smile, "Do I have a choice?"
"Cut it out."
The two exchanged a smile, Mo Beiyan gave his shoulder a gentle push, "Take care, don't push yourself if your body can't handle it."
"Nagging."
"Get lost!"
Mo Nanjue returned to the car where Tong Ran was eating breakfast, hand beside a large plate, she could finish three-quarters of it, "Aren't you hungry?"
The man showed no appetite, "Eat slowly."
"Where are we going?" Tong Ran lifted her head, then smiled, "I forgot, I'm not supposed to ask, right?"
Mo Nanjue reached out to wipe the sauce from the corner of her mouth, "We are all dreaming."
"But I just pinched myself," Tong Ran raised the back of her right hand, "It hurt, which means it's not a dream."
"Dreams can hurt too," Mo Nanjue patted her head, "Stop talking nonsense, eat."
"…"
Is this being unreasonable?
