"Young Master Jue, don't take it to heart," Luo Tingsong said, seemingly trying to ingratiate himself. "If it weren't for Xiaoxiao, Xiao Ran probably couldn't have held on back then, owing a deep debt of gratitude to the affection between the siblings..."
He didn't want Mo Nanjue to target Luo Xiao because of this.
Mo Nanjue didn't know if he had taken it in or not, his face turned toward the woman lying on the hospital bed, revealing a complex expression.
So, Luo Xiao occupied such an important place in her life.
So, she protected Luo Xiao time and again because they had shared hardships together.
He was with her through the most painful and profound memories of her life; the emotions of childhood were deep, etched into Tong Ran's heart, indelible.
So, it was that deep.
This thought pierced Mo Nanjue's heart.
Could it be, in this competition with Luo Xiao, he was destined to lose before it had even begun?
...
"Mo Nanjue, but I love you..."
