She went through all kinds of hardships, compromising to achieve a fairly decent life.
Yet, ironically, Qiao Mo effortlessly obtained everything!
Qiao Mo would never play in the mud or climb trees with them. Every day, she’d tidy herself up, wearing two beautiful pigtails.
She wouldn’t fight with them for a bowl of food with at, nor would she flatter or curry favor with the dean and teachers.
She would just stand quietly to the side watching them, often for the whole day. Later, she seed bored and moved a small stool under the tree, resting her chin as if lost in thought.
Yet, the orphans all liked her. The most capable boy would give her the chicken leg that the dean had painstakingly rewarded him with, and a skinny little girl would share an apple she sohow acquired with her. Even every alti, since she initially stood at the end of the line without receiving anything, the teacher started setting aside a portion just for her.
It seed as though she didn’t fight or strive for anything. Yet, ironically, she got everything that the others struggled so hard for.
Later, on her birthday, she hid behind the tree and witnessed the usually stern and aloof orphanage dean sitting with her on a small stool, warmly asking her, "Is there anything you want for your birthday gift?"
Jealousy drove her mad; she never dared to hope—to hope for anything after her mother’s ’death.’
But the irony was, kind visitors to the orphanage would give her beautiful dolls, and even the dean would buy the thick diary she wanted as a birthday gift.
All of this made her jealous to the point of madness.
But none of it could compare to Fu Nancheng’s attention and care for her.
He would bring out strange and wonderful little things that Qiao Mo had never seen to amuse her, bandage her wounds, tell her stories, and take her out to play and eat foods she had never tasted.
Qiao Yun snapped back from her thoughts, thankfully, as she now had transford into her appearance.
The great fire took everything from her but also gave her a chance for rebirth.
The mont she learned that she was disfigured, she completely broke down. But when the doctor suggested costic surgery, the image of Qiao Mo suddenly flashed in her mind.
However, years have passed, and she didn’t know what she had beco.
Fortunately, her mother, to compensate for her, spared no expense and obtained a photo of Qiao Mo.
So, two years ago, she underwent surgery and transford into her appearance, intending to reclaim everything!
What annoyed her was encountering her again before she had fully recovered!
But what does a reunion matter, in the end, it’s all about who can laugh until the end.
Qiao Mo ignored Qiao Yun’s scrutinizing gaze. If possible, she wished she didn’t have this sister; she didn’t like her, probably just as Qiao Yun didn’t like her.
She rely looked at Fu Nancheng, wanting to hear the answer from his mouth: "Have you been with her all these days?"
Fu Nancheng’s gaze was indifferent, his thin lips parted slightly: "Yes."
Qiao Mo laughed at herself: "Why?"
Fu Nancheng was silent, while Qiao Yun chuckled beside him: "Sister, I know your feelings for Nancheng run deep, but for the past six months, Nancheng has been taking care of . The person he loves now is ."
Qiao Mo scoffed coldly and asked Fu Nancheng: "Do you love her?"
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