Qiao Mo felt like she might be blind, or as the elders would say, blinded by lard.
Whenever she thought of his indifferent gaze during the car accident, and the sight of him walking away hand in hand with Qiao Yun, she couldn't help but chuckle bitterly, thinking that she was probably the biggest fool in the world!
The few abrasions on her cheeks shot with pain as her laughter dragged them.
As she laughed, her tears welled up again.
She lowered her eyes gently, overwhelmed by sadness.
...
Two days later, Fu Nancheng still had not visited her.
Qiao Mo's emotions had gradually settled down. After eating each day, she would zone out alone, and perhaps fearing they would worry, she occasionally showed them a smile uglier than a cry.
"Xiao Mo, should I take you out for a walk? The sun is nice today," Jing Hao carefully wiped the wounds on her face.
Even though it was just abrasions, after all, she was a girl, and wounds on the face, if not treated properly, could leave scars.
