After suppressing her emotions for the whole day, she nearly reached her limit. She sobbed aloud, fearing she would wake Xie Qinghuan next to her, worrying her.
But the sobbing was beyond her control, tears blurred her eyes, and the world seed to turn into darkness.
Qiao Mo bit the corner of the quilt tightly, afraid she would wake Xie Qinghuan up.
They had done enough for her during this ti, and they were all too tired.
She didn’t want to worry them... but she really couldn’t control it...
Thinking of that ford child, thinking of the car accident that day, thinking of the nights waiting for him to co back, thinking of his expressionless back as he turned and left.
She felt as if soone had pulled out one of her ribs, slicing off a chunk from her heart.
Her endurance, in the end, could not be hidden from Xie Qinghuan’s light sleep. She was too sleepy to open her eyes, but still needed to be there for her dication change, worried she was uncomfortable, and couldn’t sleep deeply.
The warm orange light turned on, Xie Qinghuan walked to Qiao Mo’s side, her hands gently fell on her shoulders: "Xiao Mo..."
"Mm?" Qiao Mo didn’t turn her head, spoke muffledly, still wanting to pretend she was fine.
"You’re crying."
Qiao Mo didn’t make a sound. Xie Qinghuan grabbed a tissue to wipe her tears, helped her up to sit against the bedhead: "If you can’t sleep, just sit for a while; sleeping while crying isn’t good."
Qiao Mo nodded, without even having the strength to speak, her eyes red and swollen like two peaches.
Seeing her low spirits, Xie Qinghuan hesitated for a long ti before finally speaking softly: "Xiao Mo, Fu Nancheng... he might... have his reasons."
Actually, Xie Qinghuan hesitated to say this for a long ti.
She didn’t know if she should give Qiao Mo hope again, nor did she know if she should ntion this man again.
After all, the hurt was too deep to be undone.
But... she’s unsure if Xiao Mo needs a hope right now?
Is it only a bit of hope that can keep her going?
Qiao Mo turned to look at her, spoke softly: "Qinghuan, do you know... I don’t care anymore."
She felt it too; maybe he really had his reasons.
She had also tried to accept, tried to believe, to understand.
But now, she really doesn’t care anymore.
Perhaps all her expectations and fantasies had been worn away in the day in and day out, perhaps all her love extinguished like ashes at the mont he turned his back.
She no longer wants an answer, nor cares about the so-called truth.
Now, she only wishes never to have any intersection with him again in this lifeti.
...
Qiao Mo’s days in the hospital beca very peaceful, although there were always people coming and going to accompany her, Fu Nancheng never ca again, and she never ntioned his na again.
Until a few days later, Qiao Mo’s condition improved a lot.
As a result, she turned on the TV and saw overwhelming news about him.
On TV and in the news, there were overwhelming reports about Fu Nancheng and Qiao Yun’s engagent, even accompanied by several photos of the two.
Qiao Mo looked at this scene, sowhat stunned.
In the end... he would still marry her...
Qiao Mo gently turned off the TV, sitting there dazed.
She suddenly didn’t quite understand, what their once child ant to him.
If he had no feelings for her, so be it, but what about the child?
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