Little Nuomi must have really wanted to see Qiao An back then, huh?
"Baobei, I'm sorry."
The last person I wanted to hurt, yet I still hurt her.
Gently caressing her face, seeing her pale complexion, utterly worn out—did she even rest well?
Heartache, yet unable to bring myself to reproach her.
When she woke up, it was already noon.
Her head still buzzing, Qiao An struggled to sit up, the bedroom door opened, and Mu Jingxi brought in lunch.
Just when she woke up.
The man's stern face finally had a hint of a tender smile, "Qiao An, you're awake?"
"Hungry..."
Sitting up, Qiao An held her forehead with one hand, her eyes gleaming as she looked at the tray in his hands.
The aroma of the food had her stomach rumbling in response.
"Uncle Wang prepared this nutritious lunch especially for you, eat up."
She hadn't eaten breakfast, and it was already this late, how could she not be hungry?