Qiao Mo felt a bit disappointed, glancing at the ti, it was already half past eight.
...
anwhile, Fu Nancheng found an old residential house based on the address given by Mrs. Chen, the address was on the first floor, so he entered the corridor.
’Knock knock.’
After knocking on the door twice, he waited outside.
Thinking of the person inside this house, who could possibly be the woman he had been searching for all these years, he suddenly felt a bit lost.
He had been troubled by why she hadn’t shown up back then.
Had wanted to find her and ask for clarity.
He once hated her for not keeping the promise, hated her for sending such a heartless ssage back then.
But now, those things seed to have suddenly beco less important to him.
While he was pondering, a rush of footsteps sounded.
Since the building was very old, the door’s soundproofing was not very good, so he could clearly hear the footsteps getting closer.
A few seconds later, the door slowly opened, and out walked an elderly woman.
Probably around fifty years old, but not well-maintained, her hair already had many silver strands, her skin was sagging, yet it was vaguely apparent that she might have been a beauty in her youth.
The woman froze for a mont upon seeing Fu Nancheng, then sized him up and down, and quietly said, "Who are you looking for?"
"I’m looking for Qiao Yun." Fu Nancheng said directly.
The woman was taken aback, a trace of panic in her eyes: "You... you are?"
Fu Nancheng remained silent, the woman asked again: "You... how did you know?"
"I want to see her."
Fu Nancheng spoke again, the woman hesitated for a mont, then stepped aside to let him in.
The room was small and sowhat shabby, filled with a strong dicinal sll, Fu Nancheng imdiately noticed a girl lying on the bed in the bedroom.
The girl was covered with a quilt, her body seed weak, her face slightly turned towards the window, preventing him from seeing her full face.
Upon hearing footsteps, the girl on the bed turned her head and froze the mont she saw Fu Nancheng.
Fu Nancheng also froze, the blood in his body seed to solidify in that instant.
Because the woman in front of him looked so much like Qiao Mo...
Even with so many slight differences, it inexplicably made one feel an indescribable resemblance at first glance.
So much so that in that instant, he was a bit unsure if Qiao Mo looked more like the girl in his mory, or if the woman before him did.
Qiao Yun’s eyes reddened the mont she saw Fu Nancheng, and she involuntarily whispered, "Nancheng brother..."
Fu Nancheng’s heart trembled, still sowhat in disbelief.
Could it be that Xiao Mo was really not the person he had been looking for all along?
He walked slowly to the bedside, sat down, carefully scrutinized the woman in front of him and said in a deep voice, "Do you know ?"
At the sound, Qiao Yun froze for a mont.
Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she imdiately averted her gaze, shaking her head said, "Sorry, I don’t know you..."
Fu Nancheng’s gaze deepened a bit: "Don’t know?"
Qiao Yun lightly shook her head again and said, "Sir, please leave."
He furrowed his brow slightly, remaining silent.
The woman who had opened the door earlier stepped forward at this point, hesitated for a mont and said, "Sir, it seems Yun’er doesn’t want to see you, maybe you should leave first..."
Fu Nancheng remained seated at the bedside, his dark eyes incredibly sharp.
Qiao Yun kept her head turned to look at him, gently smoothing her hair to cover her neck. Then she pulled the quilt up, as if trying to conceal sothing.
Fu Nancheng raised his hand to tug the quilt away, tears instantly fell from Qiao Yun’s eyes: "What are you doing?"
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