Chapter 331: Qiao Ran is Sick

Han Mo's pitch-black pupils suddenly dilated, the resolute and imposing aura around him instantly vanished. He looked at Qiao Ran, and the corners of his mouth slowly lifted into a self-deprecating smile. Then, like a beaten eggplant, he lowered his head lightly, said nothing, and brushed past Qiao Ran as he left.

At the moment their shoulders brushed, the man's familiar scent flashed past the tip of Qiao Ran's nose.

She couldn't help but feel that this passing moment marked a lifetime of separation.

Her heart suddenly felt as though it were being shredded into pieces by thousands of ants, an indescribable pain.

At that moment, an urgent voice emerged in Qiao Ran's mind.

White-clothed Qiao Ran: "What are you dazed for? Hurry up and hold him! You know deep down how much you love him!"

Black-clothed Qiao Ran: "Hold him? What for? Shanshan loves him so much. As the mentor, you should obviously let your disciple have him."