Right, it's just like this.
Mo Nanjue walked up, wrapping his hands around her slim waist. He watched closely as his ten fingers interlocked across her abdomen, an ordinary action that now felt precious to him.
He lowered his head, burying his handsome face in the crook of her neck.
Tong Ran shrank her shoulders, trying to elbow him away, "Mo Nanjue, stop messing around. I can't let you do this; your health is important."
Mo Nanjue's muffled voice came from her neck, "Tong Ran, if one day I'm not here anymore..."
"Then I'll die too," Tong Ran paused her actions, "I won't live alone."
Mo Nanjue lifted his handsome face, sorrow now coloring the corners of his eyes. His gaze wavered as he spoke, "No, if that ever happens, you have to live well. See for me what I can't see, hear for me what I can't hear, walk the paths I can't tread."
"Mo Nanjue," Tong Ran suddenly pushed his hands away, turning around to face him, "What do you mean by this? Are you planning to die?"
