The three figures stood perfectly in a straight line, with the distance between Jiang Jinghao and Fu Nancheng to Qiao Mo almost the same.
Qiao Mo looked at Jiang Jinghao, lost in thought, her eyes misted with tears.
In just a few days, he had lost so much weight.
The dark circles under his eyes were so obvious, with a hint of fatigue.
It seems Aunt Feng still hasn't had any news either.
Facing those clear eyes, Qiao Mo lowered her gaze, her heart aching painfully, and tears almost fell uncontrollably from her eyes.
So, he must have seen that scene just now.
Would he feel very sad?
He must be heartbroken, right...
Sadly, she could no longer go over and hug him.
Could no longer tell him she would always be by his side...
Qiao Mo hated herself, hated her incompetence.
Hated that she had to submit to that man to treat Xiao Xuan's illness, hated that she was powerless to help her wronged father.
She hated even more that her heart was gradually being eroded by Fu Nancheng.
