novelraw Chapter 370 Year-End (13)
Chapter 370 Year-End (13)
Qiao Mo maintained a not-too-close, not-too-distant distance from him, but once they got in the car, neither of them started talking.Once the car started moving, Qiao Mo rested by the window, watching the scenery outside, her heart unexpectedly calm, clearly without the intention of breaking the silence.
Seeing her remain silent, Fu Nancheng’s face grew increasingly grim, his thin lips lightly pursed.
Twenty minutes later.
Seeing her still only showing the back of her head to him, always looking out the window, he couldn’t help himself and reached over to take off the furry hat on her head.
Feeling the emptiness on her head, Qiao Mo turned to look at him, met his deep gaze, but said nothing, soon turning back to watch the snow scenery outside, still unwilling to pay attention to him.
Fu Nancheng’s face that had softened slightly turned grim again.
Finally, unable to hold back, he spoke: "What’s so interesting out there?"
"The snow..." Qiao Mo replied nonchalantly, as if completely oblivious to his mood change.
"Doesn’t it snow every year?" he said a bit discontentedly.
Qiao Mo seriously watched the silver-coated world outside and said softly, "It’s different this year."
"How different?" He seemed a bit curious, pretending casualness as he moved closer to her, peering out the window with her, gently encircling her in his embrace, a satisfied gleam in his eyes mixed with a touch of joy.
Noticing the sudden warmth behind her, Qiao Mo felt a bit dazed but did not pull away, her attention returning to outside after a moment.
Two heads nestled closely together, watching the world outside.
Snowflakes fluttered outside like goose feathers.
Qiao Mo didn’t respond, soon her gaze quietly drifted onto the shadow against the car window, secretly studying his appearance, watching intently.
Because this year, you’re here, even the snow feels different.
He was very close to her, a flawless, jade-like handsome face that at times was coldly stern, at others adorably childish, domineering yet obsessive.
Fu Nancheng looked in her direction for a long time, but apart from the crushed snow on the road, melting into muddy paths and the tightly wrapped pedestrians, he really couldn’t see what was so beautiful.
But it was nice to hold her like this for a while. He disliked her being so far from him, like a piece of ice that couldn’t be warmed.
Time flew by, and seeing her still focused on the view, he couldn’t resist speaking again, "Is it really that beautiful?"
Her gaze quietly moved away from his shadow, continuing to observe the outside, nodding lightly, "Yeah, it’s beautiful."
He felt somewhat discontent, reaching out to pinch her small face, forcing her to turn towards him: "More beautiful than me?"
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Both were sitting low, her face pinched in his hand, a slight turn of the head threatened to press against his handsome face.
Qiao Mo’s cheeks flushed slightly, she slapped his hand away and said unceremoniously, "Yeah, more beautiful than you."
After speaking, she turned back to keep looking at the ’snow scenery’ outside the window, not bothering with him anymore.
Fu Nancheng straightened up, feeling inwardly stifled with anger.
Ever since Jiang Jinghao’s accident, she was always like this, lukewarm.
If it was a cold war, it certainly wasn’t.
Extremely stubborn, wearing down his temper completely, yet leaving him utterly helpless with her.
Qiao Mo didn’t pay attention to the sulking man beside her, her fair face still retained the rosy flush from his grip.
But as she recalled the words she accidentally overheard earlier, she gently lowered her gaze, hiding a tinge of pain in her eyes.
Fu Nancheng... What am I going to do now that I’ve fallen for you?
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