It might be selfish of him, but if possible, he truly wished the person to end up with Xiaoqiao would be Jingting, not Fu Lingfeng.
"Don't bother," Huo Jingting said with a faint smile, "Dad, I did it willingly."
Gu Nanqiao, feeling frustrated and confused, took three steps as if they were two and climbed the stairs without looking back.
Once back in her bedroom, she went straight to bed. The floor lamp cast a hazy shadow of her figure. Gu Nanqiao looked out at the pitch-black night through the window, her eyebrows and eyes filled with weariness.
Since morning, Huo Jingting's image had been spinning in her mind, all day long, giving her no peace.
She simply couldn't understand what he was thinking now.
Back then, she loved him so much that he became an indispensable part of her life, but what about him? He mercilessly left her behind.
Now, her heart had died, and yet he reappeared before her, ambiguous and distant.
Huo Jingting, what are you really trying to do?
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