Mo Nanjue's brows were furrowed, and he didn't speak.
Tong Ran lowered her head, pressing her cheek against the back of his hand, "If that day really comes, I will turn back, I won't be stubborn, even if I were to die, I would turn back..."
Mo Nanjue withdrew his hand and held her tightly, "Don't worry, that day will never come."
Even if it did, he would be the first to turn back. He wouldn't let her stand at a crossroads; he would leave her with a foolproof path. He would go left if she went left, and right if she went right.
Tong Ran closed her eyes, and she smiled, "I haven't finished singing yet."
"No more singing," Mo Nanjue bent down and helped her get dressed, but the clothes were already torn, so he simply got a robe for her, "Sounds awful."
For fear of her falling, Mo Nanjue didn't dare to carry her and could only hold her as they walked outside.
Tong Ran looked up, "Do I really sing that badly?"
"When someone is ugly, everything they sing sounds bad."
