Qiao Mo gently bit her lip, still unwilling to let it go. Seeing that he did not want to say more and was about to enter the bedroom, she took two steps forward and said again, "So you left at the wedding to be with her during the surgery?"
Fu Nancheng’s fingertips trembled slightly, but he said nothing and walked into the bedroom.
Watching his figure gradually disappear from view, Qiao Mo’s eyes stung with tears.
She lowered her gaze in self-mockery, her tightly clenched hands slowly loosening.
She knew she was anxious, knew she was doubtful.
But she kept trying to make herself believe in him. Still, why could he leave her alone on their wedding day to stay with another woman during her surgery?
Qiao Mo turned and walked to the sofa in the living room, staring blankly at the TV for a long ti.
Until ten o’clock at night, she remained in the sa position, sitting motionlessly in front of the TV.
Fu Nancheng stayed in the bedroom the whole ti, never coming out.
Not until close to eleven did Fu Nancheng finally co out of the bedroom, unable to resist. He glanced at the young woman dazed on the sofa, his thin lips moved slightly, but he didn’t know what to say.
Qiao Mo was still lost in her thoughts, not even noticing he had co out.
He stood at the doorway for a long ti, quietly watching her like that.
Until the wind creaked the door, Qiao Mo finally ca back to herself.
Turning around to wash up for bed, she happened to see his figure standing at the door, her gaze paused slightly.
A few seconds later, she lowered her eyes and walked past him without a word.
Fu Nancheng felt a blockage in his chest, uncontrollably grabbing her wrist suddenly, "Xiao Mo."
His palm was warm, Qiao Mo’s gaze fell on his handso large hand, then followed his arm to look up at him, waiting for what would follow.
But in the end, he said nothing, just silently let go of her hand again.
Qiao Mo felt an emptiness in her heart, an indescribable pain.
But ultimately, she asked nothing more, took a shower in the bedroom, and went to bed as she did every day.
The only difference, perhaps, was that she never said another word to him.
Fu Nancheng sat at the table handling docunts, and noticed she had gone to bed, his gaze finally lifting from the papers, falling dazedly on her back.
Qiao Mo had a bit of insomnia, just pretending to sleep all along.
She didn’t know how much ti had passed when the lights in the room finally went out, and she could feel the bed beside her sink slightly—it was him.
Fu Nancheng leaned in closely behind her, gently nudging her shoulder, as he did every night, holding her tightly.
No, or rather tighter than before.
He held so tightly that Qiao Mo felt her waist hurt a little.
She lay there with her eyes open, not giving any response.
He said nothing either, just held her tightly like that.
After a long ti, he whispered, "Xiao Mo, give so ti."
Qiao Mo’s eyelashes trembled lightly, but she still did not make a sound.
In the blink of an eye, the night passed.
The next morning, just like the day before, Fu Nancheng left early, before Qiao Mo woke up.
When Qiao Mo woke up, she sat on the bed in a daze.
It wasn’t until over half an hour later that she got up, tidied herself, and had breakfast.
For a whole week, it was like this.
The two seed to be stuck in a strange silence, he ca back later and later, but still returned every day.
Yet for the whole week, they exchanged no more than ten sentences between them.
And more often, it was he who initiated speaking to her.
This day was Sunday evening.
Qiao Mo had already started packing her things. The wedding incident had been a week ago; she couldn’t hide at ho and avoid everyone forever. Especially since his ti at ho was getting shorter and shorter.
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