"That's different," Mo Beiyan's gaze fell into her eyes, "I'm talking about family; after all, they're just outsiders."
Tong Ran said nothing. Mo Beiyan's almond-shaped eyes slightly squinted, "When you said soon, I didn't quite feel it, but now that I think about it, four years have passed... I really am a bit reluctant to let Chennchenn go."
"...Chen, Chennchenn might be awake, I'll go take a look."
Tong Ran turned around and walked outside, Mo Beiyan blocked her way, "Master Ran, keep me company and have a cigarette with me."
She frowned, "I don't smoke."
"I'll smoke—just sit here, let me know someone is here."
"But..."
"The servant is watching the room, if Chennchenn wakes up, she'll come and call us."
He stood still.
Tong Ran lowered her gaze, she came to the sofa and sat down, Mo Beiyan sat opposite her, he lit a cigarette, through the swirling smoke, the fluctuations in his eyes were not visible.
