Qiao Dehou gazed at her and said slowly, "And Fu Nancheng... he did what he did back then to protect you."
Qiao Mo was speechless, sowhat lost.
Indeed, she knew he was trying to protect her, but she kept avoiding it, unwilling to accept this truth.
Because it seed once she accepted it, she wouldn’t know who to hold accountable for this mistake or who could offer solace for her lost child.
"Dad, he’s different from you. You ultimately never hurt ."
Qiao Mo didn’t know how to put it. Maybe because the despair he brought her was too deep, making it... unbearable for her.
"Xiao Mo, think about it carefully. He also has his helplessness. When you think about it, soone like him has never been so stifled before. While wronging you, wasn’t he also wronging himself?"
Qiao Dehou gently patted Qiao Mo’s shoulder.
Initially, he resented Fu Nancheng the sa way. He always thought.
If it weren’t for him, his two daughters wouldn’t have ended up this way. But after living through it, with ti, he could see who truly cared and who didn’t.
"Alright, I won’t ask too much about you young people’s matters, but Xiao Mo, it’s not easy in life to et soone you love who also loves you back more. Think about it carefully yourself."
Qiao Mo nodded silently and stayed with the Qiao family for dinner.
Shortly after finishing the al, her phone rang.
Qiao Mo looked at the phone. It was Fu Nancheng. After signaling to the people at the table, she turned to the balcony to answer the call, "Hello."
"Are you busy?"
Qiao Mo lowered her gaze. After hearing Qiao Dehou’s words that afternoon, she felt sothing indescribable and softly replied, "Not busy."
"I’ll pick you up at five."
"I’m at Dad’s, co pick up here."
Hearing her actively suggest for the first ti that he should pick her up, he felt a warmth inside.
At five o’clock sharp, Fu Nancheng’s car stopped in front of the Qiao family’s house.
Qiao Yin was still very jealous, muttering sarcastic remarks as she watched Qiao Mo’s departing figure. However, compared to a few years ago, she had matured a lot.
*
After getting in the car, Qiao Mo remained silent.
The car headed directly to the hospital. It seed like every day, without her saying much, he would go to the hospital after work to donate blood.
This made Qiao Mo feel more and more uneasy inside.
"Have you seen Xu Wan?" he asked in a deep voice.
"Not yet."
"Shall I accompany you tomorrow?"
Qiao Mo was silent, a trace of hesitation crossed her heart, and she finally replied softly, "Okay."
His eyes showed a hint of joy, his lips curling up slightly.
After returning from the hospital, they both went back to Nanshan Villa.
His face was still very pale, almost colorless.
Qiao Mo went to the kitchen to make so food for him, and he stayed at the door watching her.
She didn’t drive him away, but when the food was on the table, her eyes fell on his bruised arm, and she felt a pang of bitterness.
"From tomorrow... don’t donate blood anymore."
He paused with his chopsticks: "Why?"
Qiao Mo avoided his gaze: "I want your blood, not your life."
He looked at her in a daze and, after realizing, nodded silently, buried his head, and ate a lot of food, feeling a sourness in his eyes.
Before sleeping, he gently took Qiao Mo into his arms.
Qiao Mo didn’t push him away, staring blankly with her eyes open, lost in thought.
But she always turned her back to him, staying here for several nights but never turning to face him.
"Xiao Mo."
Qiao Mo’s eyelashes trembled slightly, but she remained silent.
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