Once they got home, the two had a meal together, and afterwards Qiao Mo took a bath and curled up on the sofa to look at design drafts.
Fu Nancheng sat at the table handling documents, but several times couldn't help but look up at the woman on the sofa, as if nothing had ever happened.
In fact, Qiao Mo seemed to be engrossed, but her mind was actually a jumbled mess.
Finally, after more than half an hour had passed.
Fu Nancheng set aside his work and walked over to sit beside Qiao Mo, pulling the design drafts from her hands.
Qiao Mo lifted her eyes to look at him without saying a word, and he asked in a deep voice, "You know everything?"
"Mm."
"No questions for me?"
Qiao Mo was silent, though in truth she did.
She seemed to have many questions, yet didn't know where to start.
His large hand gently held her small one, also saying nothing.
After a long time, Qiao Mo softly said, "When... when did you find her?"
