Mo Beiyan frowned. "Master Ran, are you crazy?"
"You're Mo Nanjue." Tong Ran's gaze was unfocused; she could only see a blurred outline. She grinned, suddenly reached out and wrapped both arms around Mo Beiyan's neck. Her small, palm-sized face pressed tightly against his neck. "I finally found you."
"..."
Mo Beiyan didn't push her away. The hand on her waist slid upward and patted her shoulder. "I'm not Mo Nanjue."
"I thought you didn't want me anymore." Tong Ran's slender arms clung to him, refusing to let go. Her throat choked up. "I love you, I can't live without you. Mo Nanjue, don't go, I'm begging you, don't go..."
"..."
Mo Beiyan raised his brows in surprise. What the hell was going on?
Cars kept streaming by on the side of the road. Mo Beiyan figured that if he pulled her away, Tong Ran would definitely keep staggering into traffic. The corners of his lips curved with a hint of a smile as he bent down and scooped Tong Ran up in his arms.
