novelraw Chapter 748 - 758 Dead Heart (6)
Chapter 748 - 758 Dead Heart (6)
Until that evening, when she woke up again, her body regained some sensation.Jing Hao carefully helped her lean against the headboard and covered her with a blanket. Qiao Mo slowly removed the breathing machine, her eyes swollen and speechless, like a lifeless rag doll.
"Xiao Mo, your body is yours. You’re weak right now, please eat something," Jing Hao spoke softly.
Qiao Mo remained motionless, her gaze vacant and unfocused, only a small hand with scratch marks resting under the blanket, clinging to her stomach. It seemed hard for her to believe, even now, that the child... was really gone.
Worried about Qiao Mo’s condition, Qiao Xuan, Jing Hao, and Xie Qinghuan decided to take turns staying overnight. After all, judging by Qiao Mo’s state, she’d need to stay in the hospital for a while to recover.
Meanwhile, Xu Wan and Louis took charge of the meals, trying their best to nurse Qiao Mo back to health.
It was precisely eight o’clock in the evening, and Qiao Mo hadn’t had a drop of water or a grain of rice all day, which worried Jing Hao immensely.
"Xiao Mo, be good, eat a little something." He held a bowl, gently blew on it, and brought the porridge to Qiao Mo’s lips.
Qiao Mo remained motionless, like a wooden figure, since waking up this time, she hadn’t uttered a word.
"Come on, open your mouth." Jing Hao patiently coaxed, without a hint of impatience.
But Qiao Mo seemed to be living in her own world, unmoved.
He sighed softly, put the porridge aside, gently held her hand, and said, "Xiao Mo, the child is gone, but your life isn’t over. I know this is painful for you, but you can’t live in pain forever; you have to look forward."
Qiao Mo’s eyelashes fluttered slightly.
Life?
Could she still have a life?
Why did it feel like her life ended here?
Qinghuan said it was a boy, already formed, but she didn’t even get to see him once, didn’t know who he looked like, or what he was like.
"Xiao Mo, we’re all worried about you. You have to pull yourself together." Jing Hao spoke again, his large hands warm, warming her small hands somewhat.
"You’ve tried your best; you always took good care of him. If he knew, he wouldn’t want to see you like this. Xiao Mo, the baby wouldn’t blame you; he knows better than anyone that you love him very much."
He tirelessly spoke for a long time, and Qiao Mo’s eyelashes finally trembled slightly.
Yet she couldn’t control them from growing wet again.
She wasn’t afraid he’d blame her; she just wished he were still here.
She wanted to see him grow day by day, to witness his daily changes, to watch him turn over and learn to crawl, from crawling to walking.
She wanted to hear him call her mama, to teach him to read, to teach him how to be a good person.
She wanted to see him grow into an adult, to see him start a family and build a career, but alas, she would see none of that.
Qiao Mo sighed lightly, looked at Jing Hao, and softly asked, "Has he been here?"
Jing Hao was slightly taken aback, quickly realizing she was asking about Fu Nancheng.
He fell silent, unsure how to respond to this question.
Did she hope he’d come?
Qiao Mo gave a self-mocking laugh, understanding from his reaction that he hadn’t come.
She really wanted to ask whether Fu Nancheng’s heart was made of stone? Why, when her life hung by a thread, wouldn’t he take a closer look, and why did he remain indifferent when his own flesh and blood died!