Fu Nancheng's hand fell on the scarf, and after gently helping her tidy it up, he looked at her somewhat lost in thought.
When he woke up early in the morning, he found that the bed in the guest room had already been neatly made. He searched through the bathroom and dining room, but she was nowhere to be seen, and he suddenly panicked.
Qiao Mo met those dark eyes and clearly saw the fine blood threads in his eyes, carrying a tinge of fatigue.
In that instant, she inexplicably felt a pang of tenderness.
Fu Nancheng sighed softly, put the coat's hood on her head, and gently lifted her small face through the hood, "I'll worry."
Qiao Mo felt a little dazed, her eyes inexplicably stinging.
Her eyelashes fluttered a few times, and the mist in her eyes gradually faded away.
Looking at his nose, which was turning red from the cold, she gently lowered her gaze without speaking.
