"And then the books fell to the ground, and you blushed."
Jing Hao’s gaze drifted sowhat far away, speaking softly, as if reminiscing about sothing.
"Later, I helped you pick up the books, and sneaked a look at your na and class..."
"I later realized there were many people pursuing you. I was afraid of being rejected, so I always found ways to run into you by chance."
"When you wake up, I’ll accompany you to the library to draw, okay?"
"You also said you wanted to beco a world-renowned designer... Create your own brand... I said then I’ll help you create a website in the future, with your na, so the whole world knows."
The room was quiet, only Jing Hao’s clear voice remained, unhurriedly narrating.
Xie Qinghuan looked at Qiao Mo on the hospital bed, holding back tears that threatened to fall several tis, Qiao Xiaomo, when you wake up, I’ll take you to eat peach crisps, okay?
You like eating the food I cook... I can make it for you every day...
We’ll buy the sa pretty dresses, the kind that look better on you than on .
"Xiao Mo, mom was asking why she hasn’t seen you lately... When you wake up, let’s go see her together," Jing Hao said softly.
"She also urged to earn money quickly to buy a big diamond ring to propose so I can bring you ho..."
Before he finished speaking, Xie Qinghuan suddenly said urgently, "She moved! Her eyelashes moved!"
"Doctor!"
Fu Nancheng’s body stiffened, he turned around, his gaze fixed on her with intense nervousness.
...
Qiao Mo only felt her eyes were heavy, as if weighted down by a thousand pounds.
Her eyelashes fluttered lightly, under the expecting gazes, and after a few seconds, those eyes finally opened slowly.
With a hint of confusion, her eyes moved slightly, scanning her surroundings.
So many people...
"Xiao Mo... you’re awake! You’re awake!" Xie Qinghuan broke into a tearful smile, tightly grasping her hand, her eyes reddening further.
"Oh... Qinghuan... why are you here." Qiao Mo weakly began to speak, her gaze shifting slightly, catching sight of the much thinner Jing Hao, pausing slightly, almost believing she was seeing things.
"Jing Hao..."
"It’s , it’s ," Jing Hao said, his voice trembling lightly.
Qiao Mo offered him a faint smile without speaking, her gaze involuntarily searching around, as if looking for sothing.
Where is Fu Nancheng...
Finally, her eyes landed outside the crowd, where he stood alone, about two or three ters away from the hospital bed, also watching her.
Dark circles lingered under his eyes, and his stubble had grown long. From afar, she could see the bloodshot veins in his eyes...
Qiao Mo lightly curled the corners of her lips, a tear trickling from the corner of her eye.
Fu Nancheng... It’s so good to see you.
...
After Qin Zhaoran checked Qiao Mo’s condition again and confird she could be transferred out of the ICU, Fu Nancheng imdiately secured a deluxe hospital room on the top floor, ensuring every necessity was there, unable to rest assured, he also had Nanny Wang bring others to make preparations.
Qiao Mo lay on the hospital bed, her face pale, looking at Jing Hao beside her, speaking softly, "Is your injury healed?"
"Yes, they’re minor injuries, I can run and jump now." Jing Hao’s gaze was gentle.
"How is Aunt Feng... Is she alright?"
"Just focus on recovering. When you’re better, I’ll take you to see her."
Qiao Mo gave a faint smile, looking at the clearly thinner man, a touch of guilt arising in her heart, "Jing Hao, you need to eat more, your health is your own."
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