A familiar figure stood at the door, raising his hand to knock again.
The sound of ’knock knock knock...’ echoed, leaving Qiao Mo a bit at a loss.
Why... why would he co?
The knocking continued, and Qiao Mo hesitated for a mont before slowly opening the door.
At the mont Fu Nancheng saw her, his gaze carried a touch of bitterness.
During this period, she had lost a lot of weight, and it was hateful that he couldn’t be by her side.
"Xiao Mo." The thousands of words that turned over countless tis in his mind eventually condensed into her na, heavy, weighing on his heart.
Compared to him, Qiao Mo was much calr.
She glanced at him and said indifferently, "Why are you here?"
He remained silent; when did it start that they had beco so estranged.
"Are you... doing well?" he asked softly, then a trace of a bitter smile appeared in his eyes.
It turned out that at tis, he also asked such pointless questions, no different from ordinary people.
Qiao Mo nodded, not understanding why he ca.
"I’m fine."
Upon hearing this, he fell silent again.
The two were at an impasse for a few seconds, then Qiao Mo asked, "Do you... have sothing to say?"
"I want to talk with you."
Qiao Mo was slightly stunned, not expecting this to be his intention.
"It’s not necessary anymore, we are already divorced." She spoke softly.
She didn’t want to talk anymore, didn’t want to know anything about him, didn’t want to understand his difficulties, didn’t want to be entangled like this anymore...
Besides, they had both signed the divorce agreent.
Even if they talked, it wouldn’t change anything.
He never thought she would be so resolute, and the words stuck in his throat, unable to co out.
Qiao Mo had no intention of letting him stay long, and kindly said, "It’s getting late, if there’s nothing else, you should go back and rest early."
As she finished speaking, she was about to close the door.
But Fu Nancheng was a step ahead, grabbing the door fra, saying again, "Xiao Mo, I have sothing I want to say to you."
Qiao Mo gazed into his dark eyes, pulling her lips into a slight smile, refusing, "It’s not necessary anymore. For too long I waited for you to give an explanation, but now, I don’t want to hear it."
The child... is gone. Perhaps both she and he should be punished.
No matter what is said now, it cannot make up for the loss of the child, and she cannot bear it.
Fu Nancheng’s heart tightened with unprecedented panic and unease, as if... he had already lost her.
As the words fell, Qiao Mo prepared to close the door again.
A flash of hurt crossed Fu Nancheng’s eyes, and he tightly grasped her wrist, pleading, "Xiao Mo... don’t treat like this."
Qiao Mo laughed lightly, she treated him not even a tenth as well as he did to her, yet now he was saying not to treat him like this.
She lowered her gaze, trying to break free from his grasp, "If you don’t want to be friends, then let’s be strangers."
He instinctively took two steps back, a hint of self-mockery in his eyes.
’Ha... strangers...’
How could she be so heartless as to say they should be strangers?
His eyes reddened, shaking his head, "Impossible, you promised you wouldn’t leave in this life!"
Qiao Mo no longer wanted to speak with him more; whenever she faced him, she simply felt so tired... so tired.
"We are no longer possible. You should leave." Qiao Mo spoke calmly.
He wasn’t willing to leave just like that, ever domineering, his hands firmly on her shoulders, "No... listen to ..."
"Xiao Mo, who’s here?"
But before he could finish his words, Jiang Jinghao, bare-chested, walked out of the bathroom.
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