The pedestrians passing by were all looking at her with surprise. Tong Ran’s face was covered with tears, his shoulders were tightly wrapped by street lights, making him look even thinner...

...

"You will get more and more frequent and more serious in the future. You will want to see Luo Xiao from time to time..."

"This is a nerve-wracking effect, you can't control it at all unless you cut your head off!"

...

Su Qingtian's words kept replaying in her mind like a nightmare, and she couldn't get rid of them no matter how hard she threw them away...

Tong Ran looked hopeless. She asked herself, how long could she be in pain when she could see Mo Nanjue in pain?

One month...or two months?

She can't see it for a minute...

He hurts, and she hurts too.

She hurts, he hurts even more.

If loving him would make him suffer, she would rather never know him...

Tong Ran stood up shakingly, and a pedestrian on the roadside pointed at her and whispered, laughing or being surprised, and she couldn't listen at all.

Nothing matters anymore.

Nothing is more important than Monanjue...

Tong Ran bent down with difficulty and picked up the phone. The screen had been broken, but he could still see the income from text messages. In less than ten minutes, he sent thirty-nine messages.

The phone calls are also constantly coming in...

Tong Ran's eyes were dizzy and blurred. She pinched her phone tightly, and a very deep red mark appeared on the edge of the broken palm.

She continued to walk forward, and not far away, the sign of a bar was lit with eye-catching neon lights.

Tong Ran's eyes were stinging. When she looked up, she saw that it was M·R.

What a coincidence.

Is it a celebration for her?

Tong Ran's mouth curled weakly, and she came to the bar door, pushed the door and walked in.

The DJ inside was deafening, the lights flashed so hard that they couldn't open their eyes. Everyone waved their arms, as if they wanted to vent all their worries.

"Yoyo--"

Tong Ran walked to the bar and sat down, ordered the strongest wine. The bartender looked at her, "Are you sure you can drink it?"

"What can I not drink?" Tong Ran held the bar with both hands, raised her head and poured a glass of wine. The alcohol quickly came up, and her little face gradually turned red. "Do you know if I am sick? The kind that can never be cured...I, I don't want to torture him..."

The bartender smiled when he heard this, "You are sick, you are tormenting yourself."

Tong Ran murmured after hearing this, "It would be great if I was tortured myself..."

"I also said I could drink it, I think you are drunk."

Tong Ran narrowed her eyes slightly, and poured the wine in her hand one cup after another. The spicy liquid slid across her throat and burned in her stomach. She looked at the dance floor with her chin with one hand...

Everyone looks like Mo Nanjue.

He must have been furious...will he ignore her again?

It's okay to ignore it...at least he doesn't have to be tortured anymore.

Tong Ran laughed out loud, reaching out to touch the wine glass, and suddenly a few men looking for fun came up behind her, touching the back of her hand, "Sister, you're so beautiful, are you here to play alone?"

Tong Ran frowned slightly, and one arm crossed from the other side, hugged her slender waist, "Do you want to have fun with your brothers? Don't worry, we won't torture you..."

Tong Ran's eyes were drunk and she suddenly opened her eyes wide when she heard this. She turned around coldly, "No torture... I won't watch him suffer from torture!"
Chapter completed!