And... his mother should be the eldest grandmother of the Mo family. Who dares to kill such a person?

"Have you heard a word?" Mo Nanjue's eyebrows were faint, "Avenge revenge."

"Hear, but?"

"As the name suggests, revenge is for the purpose of aggravation," his eyes were dim and unclear. "If hatred can never be Xueqing, what's the use of revenge?"

“…”

Hate will never be able to Xue Qing... What kind of hatred should it be?

Tong Ran looked at him blankly, tears rolling down from the corners of his eyes, "When did your mother... die?"

The man knew what she was going to ask, but he was afraid that if he continued to talk, Tong Ran would not be able to stand it after hearing it, "I have finished talking about the needle."

"But……"

"Why do you woman cry endlessly?"

Mo Nanjue glanced at her, and the man pulled the topic apart, obviously unwilling to say more. He reached out to hold her face, pulled it towards him, and then leaned his thin lips up, kissing all her tears bit by bit.

His lips were cold, but his kiss was hot. It was a very tender and tender heart, but Tong Ran had no strength to respond.

She let him kiss him motionlessly, and she was still in extreme shock and could not recover.

He had such a prominent family background and the Mo family was in great power, but as his heir, his childhood was so cruel and bloody...

No, that cannot be said to be childhood, it is just a fight between wealthy families...

The winner is the king, and the loser is buried.

Mo Nanjue didn't talk much, and what he said tonight was almost the same as what he said for more than half a month. Tong Ran sat on the edge of the bed, and the man stepped back after kissing and leaned back.

She lowered her eyes and stared at him. If it weren't for his words, she would never have imagined that such heavy shackles would be buried under his appearance and identity as a proud emperor!

She never knew that those huge and powerful families were actually such cruel and cold-blooded survival rules!

Tong ran a little, and her jade-like slender fingers gently stroked her handsome eyebrows. She never felt sorry for him so much, "Mo Nanjue... it hurts very much, right?"

"It doesn't hurt," the man met her eyes and raised a curve on the corner of his mouth. "This is my life, I've been used to it."

"life……"

Will such a master have to pay such a great price for his life?

Tong Ran pursed her lips and turned her head away. Mo Nanjue thought she was going to the bathroom to cry again, so he frowned, "You woman, can't calm down..."

Before he could finish his words, Tong Ran suddenly turned around, leaned down, wrapped his arms around his neck, and hugged him tightly.

Mo Nanjue was stunned for a moment, her handsome face was pressed on her shoulder, and no woman had ever hugged him like this. In my impression, this was the hug position he would have for her. He raised his hand and wanted to land on her waist several times, but in the end, he still hung down.

He didn't move, so he let her hold him like this.

Tong Ran's cheeks were pressed against his short hair. She reached out to stroke his back, and patted it very lightly, and her voice was gentler than ever before. "Mo Nanjue, it's all over. Don't remember it again. Forgot all of these..."

The man's spine became stiff.

This woman...is comforting him?
Chapter completed!