Two hours later, there was the sound of the door opening again, and Jing Hao came back holding some fruit.
Qiao Mo saw that his face was still tight, and she hugged the door frame a bit awkwardly: "Are you angry..."
He said nothing, carrying the fruit into the kitchen.
Qiao Mo followed him: "Do you really like the kitchen that much?"
Jing Hao was slightly startled, turned to look at her, saw her pale little face, and sighed softly: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gotten mad at you."
Qiao Mo just shook her head with a smile, clearly not minding.
He gently pulled her into his arms: "Xiao Mo... don't push me away."
Qiao Mo's nose turned sour, somehow recalling that another man seemed to have said the same words to her.
But in the end, she didn't push him away, yet he still left.
"Xiao Mo, you don't have to choose me, nor do you have to love me. I just want to see you happy. As long as you're happy, I'll leave."
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, and for a moment, there was only silence.
