Two hours later, there was the sound of the door opening again, and Jing Hao ca back holding so fruit.
Qiao Mo saw that his face was still tight, and she hugged the door fra a bit awkwardly: "Are you angry..."
He said nothing, carrying the fruit into the kitchen.
Qiao Mo followed him: "Do you really like the kitchen that much?"
Jing Hao was slightly startled, turned to look at her, saw her pale little face, and sighed softly: "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you."
Qiao Mo just shook her head with a smile, clearly not minding.
He gently pulled her into his arms: "Xiao Mo... don’t push away."
Qiao Mo’s nose turned sour, sohow recalling that another man seed to have said the sa words to her.
But in the end, she didn’t push him away, yet he still left.
"Xiao Mo, you don’t have to choose , nor do you have to love . I just want to see you happy. As long as you’re happy, I’ll leave."
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, and for a mont, there was only silence.
She owed him... far too much.
"Alright, I’ll wash so fruit for you, then change your dressing, and after that you sleep. I’ll go ho."
Qiao Mo nodded, turned around, and walked back to the bedroom.
After Jing Hao prepared the fruit, he sat on the sofa with her, watching TV for a while.
Qiao Mo watched attentively, although she didn’t even know what was on TV, her eyes never left the screen.
Jing Hao watched her profile, wanting to speak but hesitating. After a mont, he finally said: "Xiao Mo."
"Hmm?"
"Have you ever thought that he might still continue to pester you in the future?"
Qiao Mo was slightly startled, indeed not having thought about that.
But after thinking for a mont, she shook her head and said: "We are already divorced, and he has already chosen Qiao Yun. There’s no reason for him to pester again."
Jing Hao was silent, she said so, but he didn’t think so.
He didn’t know why Fu Nancheng hurt Xiao Mo like that, but he knew that once things ended, he would definitely use all his ans to force Xiao Mo back to his side.
Jing Hao said nothing more, also watching the TV seriously, but a trace of thought flashed in his eyes.
Qiao Mo watched the advertisent on the TV, still absent-minded.
But she finally understood that on those countless nights before, Fu Nancheng didn’t actually enjoy watching the comrcials, but his thoughts were sowhere else.
Qiao Mo smiled bitterly as she ca back to her senses, realizing that in just a little over two years, he seed to have engraved himself into her very bones, making it a lifelong challenge to forget.
...
Soon after Jing Hao left, Qiao Mo planned to sleep.
The room was empty, with only her.
Yet, oddly enough, perhaps being in Nanshan Villa too long and guarding an empty house, she now found it oddly familiar.
The house is about eighty square ters, far from being as large as Nanshan Villa.
But at the sa ti, it wasn’t as empty as Nanshan Villa, which made one feel uneasy.
Qiao Mo gently closed her eyes, feeling a sense of peace she hadn’t felt before.
She thought, maybe this is what they say, when you were always afraid of losing sothing, you felt anxious and uneasy, but when you finally lost it, you finally found release.
Not long after she drifted into a daze, a knocking sound woke Qiao Mo from her sleep.
She frowned and sat up in bed, sowhat alert.
The knocking continued, so Qiao Mo slowly got out of bed, walked quietly to the entrance, took a look through the peephole, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The visitor was Yan Yiheng, which truly surprised her.
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