"You hate me? Ha, you hate me?!" Mo Nanjue sneered coldly, taking a step back, forcing Tong Ran toward the windowsill. The man leaned his head down, his exquisitely beautiful profile resembling an Asura against the dark night, "There are plenty in this world who hate me, but a woman, you're the first. Tong Ran, you're so brilliant, well done, indeed!"
Over a pocket watch, she actually said she hated him!
He simply couldn't imagine—this was just a pocket watch given by that man, and yet it could make her treasure it so much. What would she do if that man appeared?
Would she go through fire and water without hesitation?!
Ha.
Perhaps by then, what he had to do would be more than just throwing away a pocket watch!
Those who dared to compete with Mo Nanjue for a woman wouldn't even have the chance to be reincarnated!