"Xiao Mo---! Have you forgotten what you said..."
Jiang Jinghao stood where he was, calling out, and Qiao Mo’s steps slowly ca to a halt.
"You said we would go to Beihai to see the cherry blossoms together, to Finland to see the aurora, to climb Mount Everest, to Jerusalem for pilgrimage..."
"You said after we got married, we would travel the world together, see the ends of the earth... When we grow old, we’d buy a house, you plant flowers, I pull weeds every day..."
Qiao Mo’s feet felt rooted to the ground, listening to his words, her tears flowed increasingly fiercely.
Until a car nearby impatiently honked ’beep beep...’, Qiao Mo finally ca to her senses and walked towards the car.
His voice grew distant, mingled with the rain increasingly indistinct, yet even so, every word pierced Qiao Mo painfully, aching so much she found it hard to breathe.
She didn’t turn back, opened the car door, got in, as rciless as a sharp weapon.
"Xiao Mo... Xiao Mo!"
Seeing the car start, Jiang Jinghao ran up wildly, began banging frantically on the car window, continuously shouting Qiao Mo’s na.
Looking at that handso face outside the window, Qiao Mo’s tears surged fiercely again — yet this thin car window seed to separate them forever into two worlds.
"Accelerate." Fu Nancheng rely watched the scene coldly, his thin lips parting, utterly cruel.
Soon, the car sped away through the rain curtain, Qiao Mo’s hand clung to the window, watching that figure grow more distant, tears multiplying on her face.
Until a few minutes later, the car completely left the street, no longer able to see that figure in the misty rain.
Qiao Mo lowered her gaze, but the tears pattered down uncontrollably, crying more and more fiercely.
Fu Nancheng frowned slightly, particularly irritable: "Who are you crying for?"
The temperature inside the car instantly dropped several degrees, the driver shivered, fearing to be implicated.
Listening to his deep voice, Qiao Mo completely ignored him, unable to suppress the grievance within her heart, her eyes like faucets opened, tears flowing relentlessly.
"Dry your tears within a minute!" Fu Nancheng irritably loosened his tie, his gaze upon her particularly dark.
Qiao Mo looked at him with reddened eyes, her eyes like agates, washed clear by tears, tinged with resentnt.
She didn’t speak, but the more he demanded she dry her tears, the more fiercely she cried, the tears like loose pearls, pattering down. Crying made his chest ache.
Fu Nancheng’s gaze grew more cold: "What are you looking at for? Could it be you expect to comfort you!"
"Sob... Sob..."
With a shout, Qiao Mo cried even more fiercely, sobbing sounds spilling from her mouth, that small face full of tears, shoulders shaking, yet glaring at him with watery eyes resentfully, made him feel he was a sinner who had committed an unforgivable wrong!
"Cry again and get out." The curve of Fu Nancheng’s cheek grew cooler, his hand clenching tightly into a fist at his side, restraining the impulse to wipe away her tears.
"Stop!" Hearing the voice, Qiao Mo imdiately shouted to the driver in front.
Fu Nancheng hesitated slightly, turned to look at her, just as the driver braked, and before he could react, Qiao Mo got out without looking back: "I’ll leave then! You think I care!"
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