Mo Ang tightened his grip on her wrist. "If you can understand him like this, even if he's dead, he would still be happy."
An Ning was overwhelmed with sadness, tears streaming down uncontrollably.
Mo Ang stood up and held her from behind.
His scorching lips gently kissed her fair ear.
An Ning's body trembled violently, twisting away from him. "No."
"Why not?" Mo Ang turned her around to face him.
An Ning spoke in a fluster. "Even though we've been together, I want it to be just that once."
Mo Ang grabbed her hand.
"No..." She tried to pull her hand back.
No... he's definitely not your uncle.
Suddenly, she forcefully pushed him away and hugged herself tightly. "Really can't!"
Seeing her trembling, Mo Ang didn't want to continue; he too had a cold and didn't want to pass it to her.
"I'm leaving!" An Ning said in a panic, turning to leave.
But... her arm was grabbed once more.
She turned her head to look at him.
