"Alright."
This time, Qiao Mo was quite obedient. Plus, she hadn't slept much the previous night and had woken up early. Nestled in his arms, she soon fell asleep.
Listening to the even breathing by his side, Fu Nancheng slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the woman in his arms, a complex emotion flashed in his gaze.
How could his Xiao Mo, so adorable, have done those things back then?
Even if the fire was related to her... it was unintentional... it couldn't really be considered her fault.
But why did she inform Qiao Dehou? Was it jealousy? Or simply because she disliked Qiao Yun?
Forget it. Even if it was all her doing, what does it matter now? She doesn't remember any of it now anyway.
A flicker of determination passed through Fu Nancheng's eyes. The events were long past; why dwell on the truth of those days? Whether it was his arrogance and rashness back then, or Xiao Mo's inadvertent mistake, causing Qiao Yun to end up as she is now.
