But now it seems that what Mo Nanjue really wanted wasn't just her body, and Chen An suddenly didn't know what to say. He tried to steer the conversation in a positive direction, "Didn't she say she loved you?"
"If I can never compare to another man in her heart and subconscious," Mo Nanjue didn't even know why he was voicing these thoughts, "what use is this thing that I don't even know if it can be called love?"
"..."
Chen An shut his mouth, completely blocked by that statement.
Mo Nanjue took two steps back and leaned against the office desk. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag. When he closed his eyes, all he felt was an unbearable weight on his shoulders.
In the hospital room, Luo Xiao said a lot, so much that he seemed to recount all their childhood memories. He gently patted Tong Ran's back, feeling that all the previous restraint and pain were worth it for this moment of holding her.
