"Don't move recklessly. Do you want to disable yourself?!" Mo Nanjue, seeing her attempting to withdraw her foot again, lifted his head impatiently and firmly pressed her foot down, "Tong Ran, I told you not to move recklessly!"
Just as his words fell, he realized that the woman seemed not to have heard him at all. Her small face was looking downwards, where her usually defiant and uncomfortable starry eyes now brimmed with teardrops and tenderness.
He followed her gaze.
The room lights were off, but the moonlight was bright, allowing him to spot that pocket watch with just a glance.
Just one glance.
And he was completely enraged again!
"What, does this object bring back memories?" he sneered, folding his arms across his chest.
Yet, Tong Ran paid no attention to his words. Her almond-shaped eyes were wide open, staring blankly as she slowly got off the bed, squatted down, and, with trembling hands, reached out to pick up the pocket watch.