This feeling is really shocking but obsessed. It can't be shaken away or thrown away. It gets tighter and tighter as time goes by.

Mo Nanjue thought, maybe this is what is called love?

He has never understood and has never studied it, but this thing comes when it is time to come, and he is caught off guard and cannot avoid it no matter how great your ability is.

It was such a trouble. The man squinted his eyes, but he didn't really think it was troublesome. Chen An was right. He fell on Tong Ran and could not get up again.

Tong Ran lowered her head, her hair slid down to cover her pointed chin, and her hands were still tightly clenched, as if she was in a lake at this time, and she would be doomed as soon as she loosened it. "When I went in, I was thinking, every night, I kept thinking about why all this was. I couldn't figure out why it turned out like this today. I think it was all good, and it was all right..."

Her voice was very soft, as if she was muttering to herself. Tong Ran had said these words more than once. She said them to the wall, to the mirror, to all the places she could see, but no one would answer her, and she didn't know who she was asking.

Who should she ask?

The man did not move. He told himself not to move. He would touch his whole body after moving, but he still couldn't help it. When Tong Ran said the second sentence, Mo Nanjue turned around, and he reached out to cover her eyes, "Don't cry."

Tong Ran reached out and pulled his hand down, and she raised her head, "Why don't you let me cry?"

Her little face was obvious and new marks were added before drying. Mo Nanjue felt unbearable. He turned his eyes away and said, "I was annoyed."

"Do you think I'm annoyed?"

The man did not answer, he reached out to wipe away the tears from her face, and even tried a little harder, "Don't cry anymore."

"Are you so annoyed when you even cry?"

The woman had to ask the question to the end, but it was hard to take back what she said. Mo Nanjue had to cold face, "I always thought you were annoyed."

Tong Ran's nose was even more sore. She reached out and pushed his hand away, and turned her face away like a sensation. "Then why are you coming to me? Just let me go to jail for the rest of my life, and you don't have to be annoyed..."

Mo Nanjue reached out to turn her face, "I like to be annoyed."

Tong Ran turned aside again, "Are you wrong?"

"Yes," the man nodded, "I have a problem with you."

“…”

Tong Ran bit her lip and refused to speak.

There were a few bottles of medicine on the head of the bed. Mo Nanjue reached out and picked it up and took it carefully. It was only needed when chickenpox was developed. He looked sinister, "Where are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"I don't know, they said I was sent to me because I fainted," Tong Ran sat on the edge of the bed, her legs in her trousers became thinner and thinner. She frowned, "I don't know how I fainted. I was in the cafeteria, but I felt dizzy when I stood up."

As Tong Ran said that, she remembered the bowl of soup that Ruan Yilan pushed to her. Could it be that she put something in the bowl of soup, or that she wanted to see her make a fool of herself?

But Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes and thought of the girl he saw before at the door of the ward. She was wrapped in a thick coat, obviously to cover something, and she looked a bit similar to Tong Ran.

Could it be...
Chapter completed!