Qiao Mo was slightly startled, she didn't expect Qiao Yun's body to have become so fragile.
She indeed felt sympathy for her, and also felt guilt.
But deep down, regarding the idea of not conceding Fu Nancheng, she didn't waver at all.
Qiao Mo's eyes were slightly red as she looked at the woman with gray hair in front of her, speaking softly: "What about me? Why do you think I'd still be happy without Mr. Fu? Is happiness in your eyes simply finding any man with good looks and a successful career?"
To be honest, Qiao Mo was a bit hurt.
She understood Yang Peiyun's greater affection for Qiao Yun, but all these years she had always stayed by Qiao Yun's side, while she had never felt the warmth of a mother. The term was blank to her, even... her understanding of this word had always stayed in Song Yuqin's distant and cold gaze.
