Qiao Mo's heart felt very pained, as she lay with her back to him, she opened her eyes, never believing they could feel so distant.
The room was very quiet, so quiet she could hear his very soft breathing.
At this moment, a warm body suddenly hugged her tightly from behind, and his lips lightly kissed her shoulder, as if afraid of losing her.
Having not shed a single tear all day, in this moment, Qiao Mo's eyes suddenly felt sour, and a cascade of tears uncontrollably flowed down.
She lightly bit her lip, trying hard to endure, yet her body was slightly tense, remaining motionless. Trying her best to appear as if nothing was amiss.
His chest was warm, but even so, she still felt very cold at this moment.
Even if the sun shone on her all day, even if the window was tightly shut at this moment, even if the room was very warm, she still felt very cold, so cold it made her feel miserable.
