Mo Nanjue no longer cared about her struggling and directly lifted her up onto the bed and made her lift her head, then asked, "Where does it hurt? Your hand?"
She lifted her head, and only then did the man realize that her little face was deathly pale, covered with tear stains.
Seeing her pitiful appearance, Mo Nanjue felt a sense of inexplicable irritation, he reached out to wipe the tears from her face, "What are you crying about? Don't want what?"
"You, you..." Tong Ran looked at him in astonishment, and only felt slightly relieved after the light above her head was turned on.
He... how did he come back?
"What about me?" Mo Nanjue's eyes grew cold, "Are you saying you don't want me?"
Tong Ran turned her head away, not wanting to make eye contact with him.
Seeing her face covered in snot and tears, Mo Nanjue propped himself up to get a tissue. Accidentally, he touched the switch on the bedside, and with a click, the room plunged into darkness once again.
"No..."