Qiao Mo's eyes were slightly red, yet her lips still held a faint self-mocking smile, her mind filled with his words from earlier.
As she walked out of the guest room, Qiao Mo slid down the wall bit by bit, crouching in the corner, her heart feeling like it had been gouged out, leaving a bloody hole.
He would repay... he would repay...
How would he repay?
Ha, he actually doesn't owe her anything, does he?
Lowering her eyes gently, Qiao Mo felt like she was suffocating, never having felt such piercing pain before, as if someone was branding her heart with a knife, using ice swords, and burning irons. All she could do was listen to their sizzling sounds, and that pain spread throughout her entire body.
...
Over half an hour later, Fu Nancheng came out of the reception room.
He immediately noticed the red character for "happiness" drifting to the ground, his brows furrowing instinctively, his gaze filled with a hint of tension.
