"Wasn't it you who said it?" she retorted, biting her teeth, "You said I'd die if you left!"
Mo Nanjue lowered his head, pressing his nose tip against hers, "Tong Ran, if you have the guts, try saying it again."
The man's tone was somber. Tong Ran listened to his seemingly threatening and warning words, still startled and not quite recovered. Her nose felt sour, she sobbed a couple of times, and then burst out crying.
"..."
Mo Nanjue was visibly taken aback. Usually, she cried secretly on her own or bit her lip to prevent any sound from escaping. A loud cry like tonight's was a first; the man was inexplicably a little at a loss, sitting up to pull her up, "Don't cry."
"You—can you really control me?" Tong Ran's shoulders were shaking, her little face was full of tears, looking pitiful, "If you're unhappy, leave. Whether I cry or not is my business."
