"Jing Hao... is there really no chance between you and Xiao Mo?"
It seemed like Xiao Mo's name was always on Feng Lan's lips, and the matter between her and Jiang Jinghao had become a deep concern for her.
Earlier, she hadn't known her illness was so severe. To keep from getting entangled with Jing Hao and incurring Fu Nancheng's anger, she hadn't visited Aunt Feng even once.
Thinking about this, Qiao Mo felt an indescribable regret in her heart.
Is it sometimes like this for people, always thinking that what they're doing is for the good of others, without really knowing what others truly want?
When Jiang Jinghao mentioned the idea of a fake marriage to fulfill Feng Lan's wish, she was initially undecided.
But that afternoon, when she visited the hospital, Aunt Feng's condition shocked her.
She had become very thin, almost skeletal, her loose skin full of wrinkles, looking weathered by time.
