Qiao Mo gently bit her lip, still unwilling to let it go. Seeing that he did not want to say more and was about to enter the bedroom, she took two steps forward and said again, "So you left me at the wedding to be with her during the surgery?"
Fu Nancheng's fingertips trembled slightly, but he said nothing and walked into the bedroom.
Watching his figure gradually disappear from view, Qiao Mo's eyes stung with tears.
She lowered her gaze in self-mockery, her tightly clenched hands slowly loosening.
She knew she was anxious, knew she was doubtful.
But she kept trying to make herself believe in him. Still, why could he leave her alone on their wedding day to stay with another woman during her surgery?
Qiao Mo turned and walked to the sofa in the living room, staring blankly at the TV for a long time.
Until ten o'clock at night, she remained in the same position, sitting motionlessly in front of the TV.
Fu Nancheng stayed in the bedroom the whole time, never coming out.
