Wen Qiao wiped her tears on the front of his coat. When she raised her head, she only saw a pair of red eyes.
She had always felt that crying was a sign of incompetence. Even when facing Fu Nanli, she would never let go of her emotions. She kept her tears away, but her voice was choked with sobs."Then why didn't you tell me beforehand?"
The moment she asked, Wen Qiao regretted it.
Was she questioning Fu Nanli?
What right did she have?
He had his own plans and schemes. It was his freedom to tell her or not. Perhaps he felt that she was not trustworthy? Perhaps he felt that telling her would ruin the game.
She lowered her head and suppressed her grievances. She said in a low voice, " "I'm sorry, Yingluo. I, Yingluo, shouldn't have asked that."
Fu Nanli's heart ached so much that he felt like he was suffocating. He reached out and cupped her face."Qiao 'er, I've told you before."
Wen Qiao was a little dumbfounded. Her eyes were filled with grievance. you, ran ran. When did you tell me that? "
"I'm telling you, if you hear anything about me, don't panic. I'll be fine."
Wen Qiao took a while to react, her mind in a daze. He seemed to have said something like that, but when she heard about the accident, she didn't think so much about it.
Fu Nanli had thought that his Qiao 'er, who had always been smart and calm, would definitely be able to connect the dots and figure out that this was a trap he had set up for Fu Jiang. He thought that she wouldn't panic, but he had never thought that the more he cared, the more flustered he would be. When Wen Qiao heard that he might lose his life, all of her rationality and calmness collapsed completely.
She was just an ordinary girl who was worried about her boyfriend's safety.
Wen Qiao looked aggrieved,'why didn't you explain it to me? You said it so vaguely, how could I have connected it?"
Fu Nanli pulled her into his arms. I should've made myself clear. Qiao 'er, are you worried about me? "
Wen Qiao hooked her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. "Of course I'm worried about you, of course I'm worried about you."
Wen Qiao only reacted after everything had calmed down.
Ever since she found out that something had happened to Fu Nanli, her body hadn't had any reaction. Her fate and Fu Nanli's were intertwined.
She was fine, which meant that Fu Nanli wasn't dead at all.
She, on the other hand, was out of her wits. She had not thought of this at all.
She was worried about him, not because she was afraid that she would be implicated.
She was only worried about him because she was worried about him.
Fu Nanli carried her into the house. As she sat on the carpet in front of the French windows to bask in the sun, Fu Nanli was making lunch in the kitchen.
Wen Qiao's mood was very low, and she sat there gloomily.
She was depressed because Fu Nanli didn't make things clear to her in advance.
It was such an important matter that it was worth him telling her so seriously. How could she take it to heart?
She thought that she was a person who could keep secrets and was even a person who knew how to act according to the situation. She was not qualified to participate in that chess game. She seemed to have been excluded.
She gently picked at her nails, her heart not at peace. She always felt that she was full of grievances, but there was no place to vent it out. She could only digest it and comfort herself.
Under the warm sun, she thought for a while and finally figured it out.
As long as he was fine, as long as he was alive, what was the point of her being bothered by so many meaningless things?
She had always been very good at comforting herself. She had always been sensible and always found excuses to make herself happy again.
Because the world had never been good to her. If she didn't know how to adjust herself, what was she going to do?