The man didn't even change his shoes before he walked over, "Why are you sitting here crying by yourself?"
Caught off guard by a voice, Tong Ran was startled and stood up from the piano bench, "No, I wasn't crying, I was just… resting here."
As she spoke, she casually wiped her face with her hand.
The tear-streaked appearance was so obvious that even a fool could tell she had been crying.
"Not crying? Do you think I'm blind?" Mo Nanjue frowned, pulling her to his side. His fingers heavily traced her cheek, wiping away her tears.
Tong Ran unconsciously shrank her body, "I really wasn't crying…"
Couldn't he leave her with some dignity...
Seeing that she was dressed lightly and her body was icy cold, the man's voice grew even more displeased, "How long have you been up?"
"Not for long..."