It has been over 20 hours since she sent the last text message to Lu Moqing the day before yesterday. She hasn't replied to his message, and Lu Moqing hasn't sent any more either.
Usually, when she's busy, she doesn't feel much. But now, sitting alone on the sofa, facing the quiet living room, the suffocating sense of loneliness suddenly creeps in like vines, climbing and growing within her bloodstream.
Qiao Er hasn't slept either. Seemingly sensing that Mommy is unhappy, he slowly crawls up onto her lap and lets out a meow, as if to comfort her.
Qiao Xu holds Qiao Er in her arms, gently stroking his back and looking at the beautiful teenager. She imagines Lu Moqing picking out a pet in the pet store, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curve into a smile.
She holds Qiao Er upright in front of her and asks, "Do you know that your Daddy is a menace? He's already hurt me once, and now he wants to hurt me for the rest of my life. What should I do?"
