Yun Mo didn't need to say it, Qiaoqiao already knew.
It must have been that Grandfather had disagreed, yet Yun's father insisted on being with her younger aunt, and in the end, abandoned Amo and his mother.
Upon learning this past, Qiaoqiao's heart couldn't be still, writhing and throbbing in agony.
She felt for Amo, and she also felt for Yun's mother, who was gentle, elegant, optimistic, and always smiling.
Outside the dark curtain, a gust of wind blew in.
Only then did Qiao Xiaon'an get off Yun Mo, leading him back to the bedroom where they climbed under the covers.
After their intimate moment, they were both spent, their hearts closer than ever.
She cared deeply for him, "Amo, even though it is still the tail end of summer, you were sitting in the study room for several hours wrapped only in a bath towel. I'm afraid you'll catch a cold."
