Lu Moqing sensed the coldness in her tone, and his heart sank. Afraid that he would upset Qiao Xu again, he unwillingly let go of her hand slowly.
His downcast eyes flashed with despondency as he watched Qiao Xu walk away. Feeling anxious, he called out to her, "Where are you going?"
He recalled the seemingly calm yet resolute look in her eyes when she wanted to leave last night, and his heart ached suddenly.
However, he knew that being clingy would only make Qiao Xu more disgusted with him and push him further away. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to let go for real either.
He had already missed so many years; would he really be content to spend his entire life without her?
For the first time, the decisive Lu Moqing didn't know what to do.
As he hesitated, Qiao Xu said, "I'm going to buy you some breakfast. The doctor said your stomach condition is severe. If you don't receive proper treatment, you'll die."
Her gaze grew cold towards the end, carrying a hint of warning.