He stumbled backward and saw that Mo Nanjue had already taken a seat on the edge of the bed. With one hand, he caressed Tong Ran's cheek and with the other he held her hand. When the man lowered his head, his expression was unexpectedly gentle, "Tong Ran?"
Tong Ran seemed to be able to hear his voice. Her eyelids fluttered, her pale pink lips moved, but did not open.
Seeing this, Mo Nanjue picked up a cotton swab from the table, dipped it in saline solution, and gently wiped it across her lips. His movements were practiced and tender, evidently not his first time doing this.
Luo Tingsong stood by, dumbfounded. Was this... the president of Empire Jue, Mo Nanjue?!
Could he really be so gentle with a woman?!
And to do these nursing tasks... He almost doubted his vision was failing him, and that the woman was actually his niece!
Luo Tingsong held his forehead, unable to process what he was seeing.
Was it his imagination...?
Was this a good thing, or... a bad thing?
