A familiar figure stood at the door, raising his hand to knock again.
The sound of 'knock knock knock...' echoed, leaving Qiao Mo a bit at a loss.
Why… why would he come?
The knocking continued, and Qiao Mo hesitated for a moment before slowly opening the door.
At the moment Fu Nancheng saw her, his gaze carried a touch of bitterness.
During this period, she had lost a lot of weight, and it was hateful that he couldn't be by her side.
"Xiao Mo." The thousands of words that turned over countless times in his mind eventually condensed into her name, heavy, weighing on his heart.
Compared to him, Qiao Mo was much calmer.
She glanced at him and said indifferently, "Why are you here?"
He remained silent; when did it start that they had become so estranged.
"Are you… doing well?" he asked softly, then a trace of a bitter smile appeared in his eyes.
It turned out that at times, he also asked such pointless questions, no different from ordinary people.
