"No, that's too dangerous."
Mo Jinrong was afraid something would happen to her.
"Dangerous? We still don't know who the dangerous person really is."
Lan Anran had died once before, so she would never die again in the hands of that person.
"When the time comes, I'll accompany you. Lan Yaxin can forget about touching you."
Mo Jinrong felt that she was the safest when he was by her side.
"No! I want to solve my own problem. This matter started and ended with me. Don't worry, she can't touch a single hair on my head. Besides, the time isn't ripe yet, why are you so nervous?"
Lan Anran didn't think the same as him; she didn't understand why Mo Jinrong was so nervous.
"Lan Anran, listen to me. You are my only love in this lifetime. If you're gone, I won't live anymore, so nothing can happen to you. Just treat it as keeping me safe."
Mo Jinrong held her shoulders tightly, his tone extremely solemn.
