"But it seems like my body is really difficult to recover... it seems it'll always be in this frail state."
At the mention of this, Qiao Yun suddenly felt a bit down.
"Nancheng, would you despise someone like me?"
Fu Nancheng furrowed his brow slightly and said in a deep voice, "Your body is your own; whether I despise it or not doesn't matter."
Fu Nancheng chatted with her in the room for a while, then looked at Yang Peiyun who was standing nearby.
Yang Peiyun looked at Qiao Yun with some concern, and then slowly revealed the real background of Qiao Mo and Qiao Yun to him.
"After the two children were sent to the Qiao family, I missed them terribly, so I painted a birthmark on my face, disguised myself, and infiltrated the Qiao family's kitchen as a cook, hoping I could at least catch a glimpse of them from afar."
