Qiao Mo looked at him somewhat dazed, but was momentarily at a loss for words.
Looking at the old Chinese scholar tree in front of her, she still had no recollection...
Nor did she know how to comfort the man in front of her.
From the beginning, she simply hated him to the extreme.
But she never thought that they had been entangled like this before.
...
Before long, Fu Nancheng's phone suddenly rang.
"Zhaoran."
"Qiao Xuan has woken up, he's in pretty good condition."
"Qiao Xuan?"
He paused slightly, seemingly not expecting him to wake up so soon, but thus, he could resolve one of her worries.
Qiao Mo, overhearing him mention her brother's name, couldn't help but feel more anxious.
The surgery had ended almost a week ago, and recently so many things had come up that she hadn't even had time to visit him these past two days.
He hung up the phone and looked at her without speaking.
"Fu Nancheng? Say something… how is Qiao Xuan?"
"Kiss me once, and I'll tell you."
