Later on, sohow.
He would sit with her every day under the tree watching other children play, yet she never said a word to him from beginning to end.
Until one day, soone sent an assassin to kill him.
Though Uncle Zhong and others were always secretly protecting him, he was still injured.
So he went to a corner in the orphanage backyard to apply dicine.
To his surprise, she, who had never paid attention to him, ca over.
Watching him from a distance handle and bandage the wound silently.
"Not planning to help out?"
She hesitated for a mont and carefully helped him treat and bandage the wound.
Gradually, their relationship improved a lot.
Qiao Mo gently swayed on the swing, looking at the familiar courtyard before her, listening to his words, trying hard to recover so mories.
But to her disappointnt, her mind was still blank.
No impression at all.
As if he had never been in her life.
Fu Nancheng did not force it, he took her for a good walk around the half-demolished orphanage, every ti he saw sothing, he couldn’t help but talk about past events related to her.
Qiao Mo listened attentively, occasionally imagining what she and he looked like as children.
It’s been ten years.
Amazingly, he rembered so clearly.
Qiao Mo thought, even if she hadn’t lost her mory.
Probably all of this would just be a vague impression.
Ti passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the afternoon was over.
Fu Nancheng took her to the old locust tree not far from the orphanage.
The old locust tree was about the girth of three people hugging it, with a sturdy and straight trunk, it was clear it had been there for many years.
"At that ti, I stayed at the orphanage for less than a year and promised to take you away when I left. But because the Fu family was in turmoil, I couldn’t fulfill it imdiately."
Qiao Mo nodded: "And then?"
"Later when I ca to find you again, you had already been taken away and the orphanage had disappeared, leaving only these ruins."
Fortunately, at that ti they had made an agreent, in case they couldn’t find each other one day.
They would co to wait under this old locust tree on the eighth of every month.
Luckily, not long after, they t again.
Fu Nancheng sat in the wheelchair, looking up at the old locust tree.
Countless tis, he stood under the tree waiting for her...
Countless tis, overwheld with emotions.
He seed to see the silhouettes of them laughing and playing under the tree, seeing her smiling as she walked towards him.
In fact, when he first arrived at the orphanage, he didn’t know that his parents had already passed away.
It wasn’t until he returned to the Fu family that he learned his parents were no longer alive.
And she, whom he had known for less than a year, beca his entire emotional support.
"Later the family forced to marry, and you said you were very uncomfortable after being taken back ho, so I planned to take you abroad."
"Did we agree to et here?"
Fu Nancheng nodded slightly.
Yes, we agreed to et here, if not on the eighth of this month, then on the eighth of the next month...
Back then, he didn’t wait for her, but he refused to give up.
So that later, for over a month, he ca here almost every day.
He didn’t believe she was like that...
Oddly enough, they had been in contact for years, yet he didn’t know whose child she was.
He had been to her school, the address where they exchanged letters.
Unfortunately, she seed to never have appeared in his life, disappearing completely...
Later, for more than half a year, he ca here on the eighth of every month to wait for her.
But to his disappointnt, he never saw her again.
"Xiao Mo, you’ve been late for so many years." He spoke softly.
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