The television was broadcasting a news report, which was about a suicide attempt at the Fifth High-level People’s Hospital this afternoon.
Qiao Mo stared at the television screen, the cara constantly focused on a woman at the edge of the rooftop. The woman was very thin, just a silhouette, but the angle of the cara was slightly different earlier. It initially captured her from the side, allowing Qiao Mo to catch a glimpse of the woman’s profile for an instant.
But she seed to sense the caraman was too close, angrily shouted at him to step back.
This was why the cara could only capture her from behind.
Qiao Mo’s gaze was fixed on the woman because for that brief mont, the cara swayed, yet inexplicably she felt that woman... resembled her sowhat.
Or, more accurately, resembled her seventy to eighty percent.
The hand holding the remote unconsciously clenched tighter, Qiao Mo kept waiting for her to turn around.
But she seed stubbornly opposed to her, stubbornly refusing to turn.
Occasionally, she turned her head cautiously to look at the firefighters and dical personnel trying to approach her, but her profile was still largely obscured by her hair, making it hard for Qiao Mo to see clearly.
"Miss... please don’t be impulsive... There’s nothing in this world that can’t be solved. You’re still so young, don’t do anything foolish," a psychologist nearby advised.
But before he could finish, a woman interrupted: "Xiao Yun! Fu Nancheng is here... Fu Nancheng is here... don’t get agitated."
Hearing his na, Qiao Mo froze again, montarily unable to react.
Similarly, upon hearing his na, the woman in the television imdiately turned around sowhat excitedly.
Finally seeing her face, Qiao Mo was petrified on the sofa, her eyes moistening slightly.
"This is... this is..."
Instinctively, she raised her hand to touch her cheek, her gaze fixed on the woman on television.
Who... who is she?
Why does she resemble her so much...
The next mont, Qiao Mo saw Qiao Yun in the television rushing towards a man, drawing closer to the cara.
But the cara only captured a pair of shiny black n’s leather shoes, and the report’s edit ended there, shifting to an outdoor scene with the anchor continuing the broadcast. She didn’t see the man nad Fu Nancheng from her mouth.
Qiao Mo’s gaze reddened slightly; she imdiately picked up the remote to change channels.
Attempting to carefully review the news again, to look at the causes and consequences, or to see the woman again, or him.
But alas, she was disappointed. After changing nurous channels in succession, Qiao Mo couldn’t find any related reports on this news.
Holding the remote lightly, gazing absentmindedly at the comrcials on TV. Her mind was elsewhere.
Unknowingly how much ti passed, she suddenly seed to rember sothing, tossed aside the thin blanket on her legs, and hurriedly ran back to the bedroom.
The remote accidentally fell to the ground but she ignored it, directly returning to the bedroom to open the computer, starting to search for today’s news about the suicide attempt at the Fifth High-level People’s Hospital.
One must admit, the internet is a magical place.
Sohow, it might be because it involved Fu Nancheng’s na, the related news was far more than she expected.
However, the various striking headlines sowhat stung Qiao Mo’s eyes.
"The lady of the Fu family severely injured, depressed and attempted suicide."
"Qiao Yun? Qiao Mo? Which one is the future Mrs. Fu."
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