Tong Ran couldn't help but curve her lips into a self-deprecating smile as she tore open the box in her hand, retrieved a white contraceptive pill, and popped it into her mouth. Instead of swallowing it directly, she began to chew on it.
It was bitter.
Very astringent.
The bitterness made the corners of her eyes turn sour...
Tong Ran tilted her head back to look at the starry night sky, where each star had its own night sky, yet she had none.
Mo Nanjue's night sky was too vast and distant; in his world, she could, at best, only be considered a star misplaced in the wrong night sky.
She couldn't imagine how, when he would eventually shake her off, she would shatter into a million pieces...
With wide-open eyes, Tong Ran's gaze gradually filled with a mist of tears, as she stubbornly held her head high to keep them from falling.
They say that when you cry with your eyes open, the tears can flow into your heart.
Is it true?
"Beep beep beep—"
