Qiao Yun’s gaze swept across Qiao Mo’s swollen belly, giving rise to a touch of jealousy and unease.
Qiao Mo chuckled softly, with a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes.
She had been worried about him these days, worried whether sothing had happened to him, but it turns out he has a beauty by his side and is doing well.
"Is it because of her that you haven’t been ho for a long ti?" Qiao Mo asked, staring directly into his eyes.
His eyes were as familiar as ever, yet as deep and cold as a chilling pond.
She couldn’t understand or discern them.
Qiao Yun also turned to look at Fu Nancheng. He had been very nice to her lately, although sotis he seed unpredictable and unfathomable.
But she was greedy for that kindness, she was infatuated with his appearance, his power, and his tenderness.
He certainly didn’t know that from the very first day he entered the orphanage, she was uncontrollably attracted to him.
Yet he always maintained a cold deanor, carrying an air of "keep your distance."
She was a little uneasy, uncertain of how to speak to him, but even so, it couldn’t stop her affection for him.
That face, like a spell, deeply rooted in her heart, impossible to remove.
Perhaps at that ti they were both young, not understanding what love was.
But just like every child would like a fun toy, like every girl would want a pretty doll, like everyone would find the stars in the sky beautiful.
Her attention towards him was just like that, uncontrollably observing his every move.
But what enraged her was that this aloof young man actually paid special attention to her annoying sister.
She seed to beco a stalker, watching him bring the freshest fruits to Qiao Mo every day, seeing them sit under the tree watching other children play, seeing him push her on the swing at night, watching him take her hand early in the morning and climb through a hole in the orphanage wall, and not returning until dark.
It wasn’t her first experience with jealousy, but she finally understood jealousy to the point of madness.
Every child in the orphanage was dirty, yet he was always dressed in a white shirt, with a clean face, slender fingers, and an innate elegance.
He made her feel as humble as the dirt, yet uncontrollably wanting to get closer to him.
Unfortunately, he never noticed her. Even though she deliberately walked past him countless tis, even though she fell in front of him, even though she took the initiative to speak to him.
To him, she seed to be nothing but air.
At that ti, she and Qiao Mo didn’t look very similar; she wasn’t as pretty, nor as fair. But she didn’t love her sister.
On the contrary, she hated her, hated her to madness!
Perhaps when Yang Peiyun hadn’t yet sent the two of them to the orphanage, she didn’t dislike her so much.
But after arriving at the orphanage, she finally understood the coldness of human relationships and the cruel reality of society.
She learned to flatter and ingratiate, learned to suck up to the strongest and fiercest boys and girls in the orphanage, abandoning the pretty floral dresses and clean white T-shirts her mother had initially left her, just to avoid being bullied here.
She, like the other children in the orphanage, would play with mud, climb trees, and make herself filthy.
She also had to learn to read the faces of the teachers and the director, striving to perform in front of them, scrambling to do chores, just to get a bit more at als, or get a bigger fruit when they were distributed, and have soone speak kindly on her behalf when adoption was considered.
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