Luo Xiao's face darkened at these words. He stood up, his voice deeply gloomy, "Mo Nanjue? What makes him your family?"
Tong Ran raised her head to meet his eyes, "He is my man."
"Xiao Ran!" Luo Xiao felt a surge of anger rush to his head. He took a few steps forward and grasped her shoulders, "Why must you insist on this? Can't you live without him?"
"Yes," Tong Ran nodded, not denying it, "I love him, I want to be with him."
Luo Xiao felt a sharp stab in his heart, shadows gathering between his brows, "Have you thought about what I'm supposed to do then?"
"You already have Fu Qingshuang."
"But I don't love her, I love you..."
"I don't love you either," Tong Ran was aware of Luo Xiao's feelings for her, but it had long been impossible between them. She thought he understood, "Big Brother Luo, we missed our chance long ago. I love Mo Nanjue, I truly love him... I don't think I'll ever love anyone else again. You're my brother, he's my man, you're also family, isn't that good?"
