A few minutes later.
Everyone started getting into the cars, and Fu Nancheng was the first to be placed in the back seat.
Qiao Mo was just about to get in the car right after, but suddenly, a hand gently grabbed her.
She turned her head and t Lu Qingxue’s calm eyes.
Qiao Mo was slightly stunned, she just looked at her with tearful eyes, without saying a word.
Lu Qingxue gazed at her for a long ti, a hint of apology in her eyes, and softly said, "I’m sorry."
Qiao Mo was a bit lost.
Why would she apologize to ?
Could it be... she doesn’t hate or Nancheng at all?
Even if not, does she have no resentnt at all...
Before Qiao Mo could figure it out, Lu Qingxue gave her a faint smile: "Go back quickly, Qin Zhaoran is already at Nanshan Villa."
"Mm, and you..."
"Xiuyuan will co to pick up in a while." Lu Qingxue spoke again.
"Then take care of yourself." Qiao Mo, with reddened eyes, admonished her, speaking once more.
Lu Qingxue nodded and stepped back a bit.
Yan Yiheng left a few people here to accompany her, and the group quickly set off.
Shortly after they left, Lu Xiuyuan hurried over.
Lu Qingxue glanced at him without a word, just having a very cold expression.
Lu Xiuyuan didn’t mind, he picked her up into the car and tossed the wheelchair in as well.
"You seem unhappy?" After closing the car door, he showed a cold smile.
Lu Qingxue’s gaze fell on his face, as calm as water: "I rember I told you not to touch Qiao Mo."
"I just passed the information to your mother."
His face was grim, with a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.
Lu Qingxue was silent for a mont before speaking again: "He always saw you as a brother."
Lu Xiuyuan was slightly startled, sowhat dazed.
Knowing she was referring to Fu Nancheng.
Yet in the next mont, he sneered, his eyes filled with hatred.
She looked straight at him, her eyes clear and understanding of the world, calmly said: "He owes you nothing."
A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes, he said nothing.
*****
At this mont, Qiao Mo was sitting in the back seat, tightly holding Fu Nancheng, letting him rest against her.
His complexion was still as pale as paper, and even his breathing had beco sowhat weak.
She held him tighter, letting his head rest in her lap, her fingers trembling slightly as she brushed aside his slightly disheveled hair, her small hands cupping his face firmly.
He slowly opened his tired eyes, looking at her tear-streaked face.
He slowly lifted his hand, placing his large hand over hers: "It’s nothing, I won’t die."
The tears Qiao Mo had been holding back suddenly burst forth, and she softly said, "I’m sorry, it’s all because of ..."
Tears splashed down on his face, and he frowned slightly: "It hurts."
Qiao Mo’s heart tightened: "Where does it hurt? What’s wrong... are you feeling unwell..."
He gave a faint, pale smile, holding her small hand and moving it to his chest, softly saying: "It hurts here."
Qiao Mo broke into a smile through her tears, though tears continued to trail down her cheeks: "At a ti like this, you’re still joking around."
"It really hurts." He spoke weakly.
Qiao Mo looked at him in a daze, tears welling up in her eyes.
So, they knew each other long ago...
Did she forget him?
Seeing her distracted, he quickly showed a pained expression again.
Qiao Mo’s heart tightened, dismissing any wandering thoughts, she quickly focused on him: "Where does it hurt? Hang in there... we’ll be ho soon."
He looked at her and softly said: "If you kiss , it won’t hurt."
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