Tong Ran trembled all over, falling unnaturally silent because of those two words.
She curled up her legs, her body shrinking into a ball, completely adopting a self-protective posture. Mo Nanjue reached out his hand, only to find her entire palm was sweaty.
The man's eyebrows furrowed tightly. He did not move further but lay directly on his side next to her.
Mo Nanjue dared not lay his whole body down. Despite the extreme discomfort of this position, he was afraid of pressing against her arm, so he half propped up his body, his gaze fixated on her face without blinking.
Her face was already small, and after tossing and turning for a few days, it seemed even smaller.
From this angle, the man could clearly see her delicate collarbones, and the bit of flesh she had managed to regain these months had thinned again, she was even slimmer than before.
