She had planned to scold him fiercely just like before, but when she saw the deep affection and indulgence in his eyes, as if he had lost his memory, Qiaoxu couldn't bring herself to be fierce.
Unable to control her emotions, the sour feeling surged in her eyes once more. Her lips moved, and then, like a wronged young girl, she hooked his neck and buried her face in his chest.
"I missed you so much, I almost died of heartbreak!"
She didn't tell anyone, but as she held onto the belief that Lu Moqing was alive, she felt more and more despair with each passing day, as there was no news of him. This despair was amplified every night when she was alone.
The despair was so great that she felt she could no longer bear it, and she wanted to leave with him.
No one knew that one night, she was about to take action, but when the old lady suddenly fell down in the night and Aunt Zhang knocked on her door anxiously, she suddenly came to her senses.