Qiao Mo was silent for a while, then asked, "Just now, I seed to hear you say... you sent us to an orphanage?"
Yang Peiyun was slightly startled, hesitatingly looking at her. It seed she wasn’t sure if she should speak.
A few minutes later, she finally said, "You really don’t rember?"
Qiao Mo thought for a mont, shook her head.
She truly couldn’t rember anything.
"Yes, it’s true, I sent you, you and Qiao Yun, to an orphanage."
"Qiao Yun?"
Yang Peiyun nodded, "Qiao Yun... is your biological sister."
Qiao Mo stared at her in a daze, her biological sister? A real sister from the sa parents?
"Which orphanage was she sent to?"
"I sent you to different orphanages because the conditions at the ti weren’t good. I was afraid they wouldn’t accept two girls at once, so to be safe, I sent you to Chaoyang Orphanage and her to Red Star Orphanage."
Hearing this, Qiao Mo felt a bit lost.
It seems that Qiao Yun really is the girl Fu Nancheng has been searching for...
"What happened eight years ago?" Qiao Mo asked again.
Yang Peiyun shook her head, not answering.
"Aunt Yang, is Qiao Yun’s fire accident related to ?" Qiao Mo asked directly.
"Alright, Xiao Mo. Stop asking. I’m relieved that your life is good now. But Xiao Yun’s life hasn’t been easy; visit her often and chat with her."
"All these years, she’s been bedridden, only being able to walk in the past two years, so she doesn’t have many friends. Coupled with such a huge trauma, her temperant has beco peculiar; don’t take it personally. After all, there’s no overnight grudge between sisters..."
Yang Peiyun sighed softly, her eyes full of pity and complexity.
When she looked at Qiao Mo again, her gaze carried a touch of comfort, seemingly relieved that Qiao Mo’s life was not too bad.
"Don’t worry, I’ll visit her when I have ti," Qiao Mo promised softly, yet she was still guessing about the fire eight years ago in her heart.
Could it really be, as Qiao Yun said, because of her that Qiao Yun ended up like this?
But what exactly did she do back then? And why did she do it?
Qiao Mo chatted with her a while longer, and the atmosphere between them gradually beca more harmonious. Yang Peiyun shared many amusing stories of Qiao Mo and Qiao Yun from their childhood, which Qiao Mo found rather refreshing.
The long morning passed quickly. During this ti, Qiao Mo asked about the fire from eight years ago several tis, but she dodged the questions lightly.
"I need to go back and take care of Xiao Yun. If she doesn’t see for so long, she’ll lose her temper again. You hail a cab yourself; I’ll leave once I see you off," Yang Peiyun said, accompanying her out of the hotel with a worried reminder.
"No need, you head back first. I’ll just catch a cab ho, it will be fine," Qiao Mo declined politely, though she felt a bit touched.
It seed like for the first ti in years, she felt a mother’s concern.
A little foreign, a little uncomfortable, yet it ward her heart.
Yang Peiyun insisted, until she personally saw Qiao Mo into the car, still standing there waving.
Qiao Mo looked back, noticing her eyes were a bit teary, gently wiping away the tears with her hand, which made Qiao Mo feel a bit reluctant to part.
Is she really her mother?
Qiao Mo withdrew her gaze, sitting in the car lost in thought.
It wasn’t until the car changed lanes that she quickly instructed the driver to go to another hospital.
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