novelraw Chapter 336 Between Love and Not Love (13)
Chapter 336 Between Love and Not Love (13)
Half an hour later, the two finally left.Qiao Dehou’s gaze remained on their backs, impassive.
Not until their figures completely disappeared from his view did he subtly furrow his brow, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes: Why is Xiao Mo entangled with him again?
...
All the way, neither of them spoke a word.
Upon reaching the car, Qiao Mo glanced at the man beside her. His face had been sullen, his thin lips etched in a sharp arc, and his deep black eyes were also tinged with disturbance.
As if sensing her gaze, Fu Nancheng looked up at her.
Qiao Mo met his eyes for a few seconds, then silently got into the car.
As the car sped along, Qiao Mo turned her head to watch the bustling streets outside the window, finally unable to hold back from softly saying, "I’m sorry for letting you down."
Fu Nancheng was slightly dazed, looking at her profile. His eyes had a hint of redness.
Qiao Mo turned her head, smiling lightly at him, "Fu Nancheng, do you like me?"
Facing her clear eyes, his lips moved slightly, as if struggling to suppress something.
His large hands clenched into fists, veins standing out in pale blue.
Like her?
He didn’t know...
He clearly loved her to the bone.
Yet never thought she... wasn’t her!
After not receiving an answer for a long time, Qiao Mo laughed softly, didn’t pursue further, and spoke gently to the driver, "Just take me to the university."
Qiao Mo thought, perhaps she shouldn’t go back to Nanshan Villa, he probably doesn’t need her anymore.
No wonder he has been avoiding her lately.
Perhaps going back to school would be better.
But before she finished speaking, Fu Nancheng interrupted coldly: "Back to Nanshan Villa."
Qiao Mo furrowed her brow slightly, glanced at his stern profile, and ultimately accepted in silence.
The rest of the journey was silent; neither spoke again.
Once Fu Nancheng dropped her off at the villa, he left shortly after, without a word.
Qiao Mo took a shower, lay on the big bed and buried herself in the blanket, feeling an inexplicable urge to cry.
All of this felt like a dream.
A dream that suddenly disrupted everything, a dream that shouldn’t belong to her...
From his initial hostility when they met, to his gentleness after understanding everything.
In just a few months, she was already ensnared in this vast net.
Qiao Mo lowered her gaze, her heart faintly aching, with a hint of suffocating feeling, nothing heart-wrenching or unbearable pain.
But her heart seemed to have grown a tumor, rooting in a dark and damp place, sprouting, carrying a sour pain, increasingly making her feel wronged, faintly aching.
"Bastard!"
Thinking of how he disrupted her life for no reason, forcing her to break up with Jing Hao, her eyes began to sting.
Yet ridiculously, she didn’t resent him.
Qiao Mo stared at the ceiling, remembering him walking slowly with her on the beach, remembering him tending to her foot injury, remembering her helping him with files, remembering him holding her while sleeping lightly...
Tears uncontrollably rolled down her cheeks, she irritably pulled the blanket up, completely covering her head, feeling suffocated.
Yet stubbornly, her thoughts kept pestering, those memories as domineering as him, refusing to spare her.
She remembered how he looked when he tossed her the ring.
Remembered his resolve after Fu Qingrou broke his legs.
Remembered his patience shielding her at the racetrack.
Scene after scene, like interlocking shadows, like surging tides, causing Qiao Mo’s tears to roll down, one after the other.