"Get out of my way!"
Mo Nanjue shook off his hand, not even glancing at him, his gaze fixed on Tong Ran, "Tong Ran, don't push me."
Tong Ran straightened up, leaning on the edge of the bed, and furrowed her brows at him, "What are you going to do?"
"Isn't it because you care about her, you can't accept me?" The man's tongue lightly touched the corner of his mouth, uncertain whether his words were true or just to scare her, "So, if she were to disappear from this world completely, would you then be able to accept me?"
"You..." His meaning couldn't have been clearer, and Tong Ran's eyes widened with shock, "Mo Nanjue, don't you dare!"
"Dare what?" The man chuckled lightly, patting his injured left shoulder with a poker face despite the agonizing pain, "When the time comes, carry her out and tell people I killed her, and see who dares to accuse me of acting recklessly."
