After suppressing her emotions for the whole day, she nearly reached her limit. She sobbed aloud, fearing she would wake Xie Qinghuan next to her, worrying her.
But the sobbing was beyond her control, tears blurred her eyes, and the world seemed to turn into darkness.
Qiao Mo bit the corner of the quilt tightly, afraid she would wake Xie Qinghuan up.
They had done enough for her during this time, and they were all too tired.
She didn't want to worry them... but she really couldn't control it...
Thinking of that formed child, thinking of the car accident that day, thinking of the nights waiting for him to come back, thinking of his expressionless back as he turned and left.
She felt as if someone had pulled out one of her ribs, slicing off a chunk from her heart.
