novelraw Chapter 337 Between Love and Not Love (14)
Chapter 337 Between Love and Not Love (14)
Bastard, she clearly hates him so much!Why is it so painful...
He is an annoying guy, definitely an annoying guy.
She turned over, lying on her side, tears filled her nose, ears, and mouth.
Her long eyelashes were stained with tears, Qiao Mo unwillingly reminded herself just how bad this man was...
She remembered how he forcibly replaced her phone. Remembered how he forced her to break up with Jiang Jinghao.
Remembered how he let Shi Liu gravely injure Jing Hao, remembered how he recklessly took her in the hotel...
Qiao Mo kept reminding herself just how despicable and hateful he truly was!
Yet somehow, whether it hurt or ached, all of this became endearing in this instant. Instead, the tears flowed even more furiously.
Qiao Mo thought, he must have loved that woman desperately.
Indeed, if not for that.
How could he remember it for ten years?
If not for that, how could he treat those letters as treasures?
If not for that, how could he rather cripple his own legs to protect her thoroughly?
Sadly, that person wasn’t her...
From start to finish, this was all a mistake, and she, even more so, was a ridiculous existence.
Qiao Mo’s mind was muddled, she lay in bed all day without eating, as long as she thought about everything he did, it was just a mistake, she had no appetite at all.
Until nine in the evening, Qiao Mo finally mustered the energy to get up, perched on the sofa writing in her diary, and periodically drifted off again.
Flipping forward, she discovered.
Unknowingly, over the few months, in each day’s few words, it seemed as if his shadow was always present.
Even the originally short few lines gradually began to become rich.
It seemed as if suddenly there was color, becoming abundant and full.
Qiao Mo gently flipped forward, the thick diary moving in her slender hands.
Soon, she stopped at a place over dozens of pages.
Qiao Mo stared at the diary, somewhat dazed, the pages where it stayed seemed to have tear marks, as if it had been torn through a lot.
Qiao Mo’s fingers gently traced over the marks.
At thirteen, he met that girl.
What was she doing then?
Qiao Mo looked down at her diary, the thick book seemed to be missing dozens of pages, almost imperceptible.
Yet it was precisely the three years from thirteen to sixteen.
Back then, she injured her head and lost her memory, after waking up she found the diary in the room, looked through it from beginning to end, yet never felt anything was missing.
For some unknown reason, only those pages were missing, precisely documenting her three years from thirteen to sixteen.
Qiao Mo irritably tossed the diary on the coffee table and checked the time.
It was nearly ten at night, tonight... presumably he wouldn’t be coming back.
Qiao Mo softly lowered her gaze, uncertain about how he planned to treat her?
Now that she knew all this was just a misunderstanding, he would let her go, right...
Just as Qiao Mo sat on the sofa, absent-minded, some somewhat disorderly footsteps sounded outside the bedroom.
Qiao Mo froze slightly, got up to check, but as soon as the bedroom door opened, she fell into a warm embrace.
"Xiao Mo..." His kiss landed directly on her lips, pressed her hard against the cold wall, his gaze somewhat hazy.
Qiao Mo clearly felt the scent of alcohol all over him, his body was heavy, like he was drunk, all his strength pressed down on her.