After Qiao Mo sat down, her gaze fell on Qiao Yun’s face. Her expression was sowhat listless, and upon seeing her, she gave a low greeting, "Sister."
The word ’sister’ left Qiao Mo stunned once again. For several minutes, she couldn’t process it.
Didn’t she dislike her a lot?
She never expected to hear the word ’sister’ co out of Qiao Yun’s mouth.
"How... how is your recovery going?" Qiao Mo asked warmly, looking at the large burn scars still remaining on her neck, feeling a pang of sorrow.
Thinking about it, for any girl to encounter sothing like this at a tender age, it must be hard to bear.
Besides, weren’t these burns because of her...
"It’s much better now, but... in this lifeti, it probably won’t ever recover to be like yours." Qiao Yun said sowhat gloomily, lowering her eyes, looking pitiful.
Qiao Mo felt a sourness in her heart, but didn’t know how to speak.
She had previously asked Fu Nancheng about Qiao Yun’s burns.
Most of them were the result of several surgeries already, and even if more were done, it would be hard for them to restore to what they were.
Or perhaps they could, but it would likely be an incredibly long process.
As for how long?
Ten years, twenty years?
Who knows...
"Eat so fruit, eat so fruit." Yang Peiyun brought over many fruits, standing sowhat awkwardly to the side, her gaze towards Qiao Mo always so complicated, with guilt yet seemingly involuntarily wanting to care.
After a while, Qiao Yun lifted her eyes and looked at her, speaking softly, "Sister, are you... doing very well right now."
Qiao Mo hesitated for a mont, very well?
If compared to her, compared to most people, aside from her father being in a coma, aside from the small setbacks in this competition, she did indeed live quite well, right.
Qiao Mo looked at her without speaking, a layer of mist already clouding Qiao Yun’s eyes. After hesitating for a few seconds, she suddenly reached out to grab Qiao Mo’s wrist, her eyes holding a hint of pleading, "Sister, I don’t want anything, I won’t compete with you for anything, just please can you give him back to ."
Qiao Mo was montarily stunned, clearly not expecting her to say such things.
"If he had never found ... perhaps I would have been too self-abased to ever dare appear before him again. But he found , he’s been so good to , regardless of past mories, whether it’s his presence now, he’s like a lifeline. Without him, I can’t live..." Qiao Yun choked out, her eyes red, looking at Qiao Mo with a hint of sincerity.
Yang Peiyun stood silently to the side, seeming also quite torn watching this scene.
Qiao Mo gently removed Qiao Yun’s hand, looking down and softly said, "Xiao Yun, love is not sothing that can be conceded, I’m sorry."
"Sister... why is your heart so cruel? Clearly, I’m the one he rembers, clearly the one he loves is !" Qiao Yun’s emotions were sowhat agitated, grabbing Qiao Mo’s wrist again.
Qiao Mo didn’t know how to respond, her body lightly swayed by her.
Call her selfish if you will, or call her heartless, she also wanted to hold on to her own love, to hold on to the child’s father.
"Sister... say sothing... have rcy on , will you! As long as you leave, he will definitely co back to , you are the substitute! Will you give him back to !"
Being shaken by her made Qiao Mo sowhat irritable, Qiao Yun’s hand grabbed her wrist painfully, her long nails almost digging into her flesh.
"If he loves you, with or without my presence, he will eventually return to your side." Qiao Mo broke free from her, lowering her gaze and speaking indifferently.
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