She sat on the bathroom floor hugging her knees for a long time, constantly speaking to the child in her belly.
"Please don't be angry with him, okay?"
"He actually... loves you very much."
...
Late at night, Fu Nancheng stood alone by the bedroom window, lighting up a cigarette, his eyes as cold and dark as the gloomy night.
After taking a shower, Qiao Mo stayed in the guest room and never came out.
Until close to ten o'clock, Fu Nancheng finally couldn't resist wanting to see how she was doing.
He warmed a cup of milk and gently knocked on the guest room door.
The 'knock, knock' sound was especially crisp in the quiet night.
Qiao Mo, who had already lain down, immediately sat up uneasily upon hearing the noise, wrapped the quilt around herself even tighter, and kept her gaze fixed on the entrance.
She knew that if he wanted to come in, the door wouldn't stop him.
Fu Nancheng waited at the door for a while and knocked again, but the room remained silent and still.
