When did this woman become so sentimental?
"It's nothing," Tong Ran habitually wrapped her arms around his waist, their bodies pressed together, sharing warmth. Suddenly, she really wanted to cry, a sense of helplessness surging in her heart, "What to do, Mo Nanjue, what to do..."
The man held her tighter, his mood turning gloomy with her sobs, "What do you mean, what to do?"
"It's really broken," her small hand clutched the hem of his shirt at the back. This embrace was too warm, so warm that she couldn't bear any loss. Tong Ran pressed her face tightly to his chest, "That old person said this Jade Pendant wards off evil and shouldn't break, it needs to be intact..."
Mo Nanjue pressed his thin lips together. This woman, when serious, could be quite scary. He gently patted her back with his large hand, "Can't a hundred thousand buy you peace of mind?"
She snorted softly. He wasn't even comforting her; what nonsense was he talking about, "It can't."
