She choked on the latter half of her sentence.
Mo Beiyan leaned back, crossing his hands behind his head, "Isn't there a saying? 'To be reborn when placed in a position of certain death.' If Mo Nanjue could die so easily, would he still be Mo Nanjue?"
His words were clearly comforting, but upon hearing that name suddenly, Tong Ran couldn't help but tremble slightly. She lowered her gaze, "Perhaps..."
She always thought, maybe he hadn't left, maybe he was still around. In the past four years, Tong Ran thought of him all the time, thought of how he used to be by her side, how he fed her, how he scolded her with a cold face, how he pouted in anger...
Mo Beiyan stared at her small face and suddenly spoke up, "Master Ran, when do you think I'll meet a woman as devoted as you? Ah, luck is against me."
Tong Ran looked up, "Don't you have enough women?"
Mo Beiyan's handsome face turned serious, "I never play with women. I keep myself clean."
"..."
Yeah, right.
