Thinking this way, her restless heart gradually calmed down.
Maybe, she should really have more faith in him, maybe, he truly only felt indebted to Qiao Yun.
Qiao Mo let out a soft sigh, leaned into his embrace, gently rubbed against him, and started to feel at ease.
Fu Nancheng's large hand fell on her shoulder, and he kissed her hair.
...
Nobody knew how much time had passed, but the plane slowly landed in Jiang City, and they went home together.
At this time, only three days were left until the wedding, which made Qiao Mo both ecstatic and nervous.
After resting for a day, she went to visit Qiao Dehou again.
She stayed by the bedside, looking at the slightly thinner Qiao Dehou, and gently held his hand, "Dad, why haven't you woken up yet?"
"I'm about to get married, don't you want to walk down the aisle with me?"
Qiao Dehou remained in deep sleep, unable to give any response.
