Qiao Mo looked with wet eyes at the staggering figure, watching his back move farther and farther away from her, tears falling like rain: "Fu Nancheng… Fu Nancheng!"
Hearing her voice, the corners of his lips gently curved into a contented smile.
Was she worried about him?
Yes, she was.
Definitely.
No matter if she loved him seven years ago or if she loves him now.
There is so much time in the rest of his life to hear her say she loves him…
The iron rod fell heavily on his leg, echoing throughout the empty warehouse.
Yan Yiheng's eyes also turned red, but he didn't waver.
Because he understood more than anyone what Fu Nancheng cared about beyond those two legs.
Qiao Mo stared at the retreating figure intensely, tears rolling down her eyes.
Seven years… what did she exactly do seven years ago!
What did she do to make him bear this for her!
Until the moment approaching the corner, suddenly she saw that figure, and with a thud, knelt on the ground!
