"What right do I have to mind? When it cos down to it, it’s my inadequacy, my inability to protect you." He spoke with a hint of self-mockery.
Qiao Mo’s nose felt sowhat sore as she turned her head to look out the window.
Clearly, it was she who had been implicating him all along, causing him to get hurt several tis. How could it be his inadequacy?
Looking at the bustling traffic outside the window, Qiao Mo said softly, "Jing Hao, we can’t go back..."
He stared absentmindedly at her, yet it seed he had expected the answer all along. After a few seconds, he lowered his gaze and remained silent.
Qiao Mo’s eyes beca slightly moist, as she dared not turn her head to et his eyes: "I’ve fallen in love with soone else."
She dared not look at him, fearing that if she t those clear eyes, she wouldn’t be able to utter the words.
But if she didn’t explain clearly to him, wouldn’t it be a greater harm to him?
In fact, she never thought she would one day fall in love with soone else, but back when she was with him, she genuinely felt she loved him very, very much...
But what can one say about love?
It seems that at so unknown point, her heart began to rejoice and ache for another man, in such a piercing and profound way.
A touch of bitterness flashed in Jiang Jinghao’s eyes, suppressing his heartache, he revealed a smile and gently said, "I was just joking with you. Look how scared you got."
Qiao Mo was slightly stunned, turning her head to look at him absentmindedly.
His eyes were as clear as always, with a gentle tint, making it hard to discern truth from jest.
A joke?
If it really was a joke, it would be good...
"Jing Hao, no matter what, take good care of yourself."
"Alright, I will."
After these words, they fell into a silent mont filled with an indescribable sadness and awkwardness.
After a long while, Qiao Mo rembered what Qinghuan said on the phone and spoke again: "By the way, I heard from Qinghuan that you have sothing to discuss with ? Did sothing happen?"
Jiang Jinghao remained silent, making no sound.
Seeing this, Qiao Mo slightly furrowed her brows and said softly: "Jing Hao, if there’s anything I can help with, you must tell . Even if we’re not lovers, we’re still friends."
Jiang Jinghao’s gaze fell on her concerned, small face.
After hesitating for a long ti, seemingly unable to resist so growing desire in his heart, he finally spoke slowly: "There is indeed sothing I’d like your help with."
"Go ahead."
Jiang Jinghao spoke in a low voice, leaving Qiao Mo startled. The two chatted throughout the morning, finally wrapping up just before noon.
...
Later that night at nine, Fifteen finally traced Qiao Mo’s whereabouts through Xie Qinghuan’s call.
After so investigation, her residence was confird.
At this mont, Fu Nancheng was sitting in a private room at a club with Yan Jiu and Qin Zhaoran.
Yan Jiu and Qin Zhaoran engaged in so casual chatter, but Fu Nancheng remained silent and somber, smoking without saying a word.
After chatting for a while, Yan Jiu couldn’t help but turn to Fu Nancheng: "I say, Third Brother, with that unsatisfied look, did Little Sister Qiao not serve you well?"
He still remained silent, but upon ntion of Qiao Mo, his expression grew even darker.
"Should I give Little Sister Qiao a call?" Yan Jiu pondered, wondering if he should go and have a talk with Qiao Mo soday. After all, his Third Brother was a normal man; if he fell ill because of this, would she take responsibility?
Fu Nancheng lowered his gaze and said in a deep voice: "She ran away from ho."
Yan Jiu was montarily stunned, then he laughed and said, "Are Qiao family girls always this spirited? Doesn’t she have a sister too?"
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