When she was most helpless and powerless, there were still people by her side, caring for her and comforting her.
During these days, Qiaoxu had been struggling. She didn't want the people around her to worry too much about her, so she always forced a smile.
The fatigue on her face could only be concealed by makeup, just so that others wouldn't see it.
She couldn't sleep every night. As soon as she closed her eyes, her mind was full of the image of Lu Moqing falling from the bridge into the sea.
That heartbreaking pain would be magnified infinitely in the quiet dark night, making her dare not fall asleep again.
The old lady's condition was getting worse and worse. Every time she went to see her, she would force a smile, fearing that it would further affect her illness.
This condition of the old lady was more of a heart disease. Unless Lu Moqing could come back alive, she worried that the old lady would not be able to hold on much longer.
