But he waited for a long time, yet still couldn't wait for her to speak up.
This little thing in front of him could endure far more than he imagined.
Qiao Mo kept her back straight while drawing, obviously able to feel his gaze resting on her, not sure what he was looking at.
She wondered what he was doing?
Didn't he know he was blocking the light…
In a moment of distraction, her hand suddenly felt empty.
The pencil was suddenly taken away.
Qiao Mo instinctively looked up at him, only to find he had already sat down beside her.
Fu Nancheng looked at the woman in front of him, his dark eyes like water, and said in a low voice, "Do you have anything you want to ask me?"
Qiao Mo was slightly stunned.
Yes.
Of course she did.
She wanted to ask who was that woman today?
Is she the woman he has always loved in his heart…
She wanted to ask if those letters in the study were written by her?
