"Jing Hao... is there really no chance between you and Xiao Mo?"
It seed like Xiao Mo’s na was always on Feng Lan’s lips, and the matter between her and Jiang Jinghao had beco a deep concern for her.
Earlier, she hadn’t known her illness was so severe. To keep from getting entangled with Jing Hao and incurring Fu Nancheng’s anger, she hadn’t visited Aunt Feng even once.
Thinking about this, Qiao Mo felt an indescribable regret in her heart.
Is it sotis like this for people, always thinking that what they’re doing is for the good of others, without really knowing what others truly want?
When Jiang Jinghao ntioned the idea of a fake marriage to fulfill Feng Lan’s wish, she was initially undecided.
But that afternoon, when she visited the hospital, Aunt Feng’s condition shocked her.
She had beco very thin, almost skeletal, her loose skin full of wrinkles, looking weathered by ti.
She rarely ntioned Jiang Jinghao’s father, but everyone knew she regretted it - regretting her departure back then and lanting the years of tornt and missed opportunities.
She sat by the bedside, watching her cautiously inquire, "Xiao Mo, have you really broken up with Jing Hao?"
In that mont, Qiao Mo suddenly felt choked up, unable to respond.
She fabricated a lie, rely saying he was busy with family matters and not attentive enough to her, which led to their quarrel.
Qiao Mo snapped back to reality, never having imagined everything would turn out this way, not knowing how heartbroken Aunt Feng must be witnessing the scenes at the wedding.
Qiao Mo sighed gently, wrapping her scarf tighter around her neck, then turned to open the door and went inside.
No matter what, if today truly was Aunt Feng’s final journey, she didn’t want to avoid it.
No matter how much she blad, resented, or criticized her, she didn’t want to leave any regrets for herself.
In her mory, she never had a mother. Aunt Feng’s presence allowed her to feel maternal warmth for the first ti, realizing that even in poverty, one could still find happiness.
Qiao Mo gently walked to the bedside, with many people around making way for her.
At that mont, Feng Lan had already closed her eyes, and there were no longer any tubes or monitors attached to her body. She appeared clean and neat.
Most in the room were people who had a good relationship with Jiang Jinghao. So frowned deeply upon seeing her, restraining themselves several tis, ultimately staying silent.
Aunt Lan also looked at her with a complex gaze, then leaned against the bedside, softly saying to Feng Lan, "Lan’er, Xiao Mo is here. Open your eyes and see her."
The person on the bed remained unresponsive as Qiao Mo’s tears flowed uncontrollably, lightly holding her hand, "Aunt Feng..."
Jiang Jinghao’s gaze fell upon Xiao Mo, saying softly, "Mom fainted at the start of the wedding, but no one noticed."
Qiao Mo said nothing, yet her tears flowed even more violently, "Aunt Feng... it’s Xiao Mo."
Several seconds later, Feng Lan finally opened her eyes. Her gaze was no longer murky, and her expression wasn’t weary anymore, but rather spirited, with a touch of radiance.
"Xiao Mo... Xiao Mo is here..." Feng Lan patted her hand with a smile, "Is the wedding over?"
Qiao Mo pressed her lips tightly, staying silent.
"It’s all my fault... delaying your wedding..."
"No, you haven’t delayed anything. Xiao Mo and Jing Hao are doing well, wait until next year, then you’ll have a chubby grandson," Aunt Lan chid in.
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