C98 Qiao Mo, I love you

An intense pain gushed through his brain, and every nerve felt as if they were being held in check.

The vines on his head seemed to be growing longer and longer, on the verge of exploding.

Xiao Yan held his head, on the bed in the common room, a man about 1.8m tall curled up into a ball, his entire body covered with cold sweat.

Meanwhile, his cell phone kept ringing.

The caller ID showed Qiao Mo.

The man used a pale-white hand to slowly reach for his phone while trembling. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead like rain, staining his shirt on his chest.

He struggled to answer the call, his voice hoarse and ethereal.

"Hello."

Qiao Mo did not know how many times she had made calls, but when she finally got through, the male voice on the other end made her feel that something was wrong.

"Xiao Yan?"

Qiao Mo subconsciously held onto her phone, and called out to him in a testing manner.

Xiao Yan's voice was hoarse to the extreme, as if he was a completely exhausted patient who had been tortured. "I'm here."

Qiao Mo thought that she was being paranoid and bit on the corner of her lips. Only then did she realise that she was starting to overly concerned about him.

"Where are you now? I want to talk to you about the divorce. "

Xiao Yan raised his pale lips, his hair all wet from sweat on his forehead. He said weakly: "I'm currently away on a business trip, I'm afraid the divorce will be delayed."

"Then how long will it take for you to come back? If it's too long, then get a lawyer from both sides. "

He closed his eyes, hoping to see her again. Even if it meant taking advantage of this divorce, he didn't want to let it go.

"If you are in too much of a hurry, come find me in the Qingcheng."

The current Xiao Yan's tone was hoarse, it no longer had its usual cold and astringent tone, just like a patient. For no reason, Qiao Mo's heart softened.

"I …"

Qiao Mo hesitated. The Qingcheng was actually very close to Seahold. It would only take him half an hour to get there by train.

It was even shorter than crossing half a city in Seahold.

"Little Mo, just treat it as accompanying me for a few days in Qingcheng before getting divorced … "Sure."

He spoke with such sincerity and his attitude was so low, that Qiao Mo almost doubted whether the man who was speaking on the other end of the phone was Xiao Yan or not.

The Xiao Yan who had always been so arrogant and domineering had actually one day begged like this.

Qiao Mo swallowed her saliva, a sour taste rolled in her throat, she held her phone, and quietly said one word, "Alright."

It was like saying goodbye to all of them since they got married a year ago.

To the Qingcheng, they would only talk about divorce.

Xiao Yan sent the address to Qiao Mo. She packed up his luggage, bought a high-speed rail ticket, and left on the same day.

Strangely, when they were about to get a divorce, there were no longer any quarrels or disagreements between them. Instead, they were quietly interacting with each other.

When Qiao Mo arrived at the Qingcheng's high speed rail station, she called her to pick her up. Perhaps it was because she was too tired and Qiao Mo was too lazy to refuse, so she didn't refuse either.

After getting on the car, Qiao Mo sat quietly in the front passenger seat.

Xiao Yan's face was even more pale than usual, revealing a sickly pale and haggard expression.

Qiao Mo shot a glance at his fingers which were gripping the steering wheel. Her fingertips were devoid of blood and were as white as snow.

He … Was he sick?

"Xiao Yan, I called you here to have a good talk with you about the divorce."

Qiao Mo retracted her gaze and looked at the windscreen calmly.

Xiao Yan smiled and said: "Divorce is only a matter of formalities, what is there to discuss? Qiao Mo, don't bring up the matter of divorce. I promise you, when we return to Sea City, I will definitely give you the answer that you want. But from now on, can you keep me company? "

His words were very light, but they were filled with sincerity.

Qiao Mo bit her lips, "Xiao Yan, why did you only think of asking me to accompany you when it's time for a divorce?"

If it was in the past, if he had said this earlier, and cared for her the earlier, there wouldn't be any distrust between them.

"People only learn to cherish when they are about to lose, so am I."

Qiao Mo took a deep breath and looked out the window.

Qingcheng was a small city, the air was very fresh, the roads were also very clean, and it was very suitable for living and for the elderly.

With one hand, Xiao Yan drove and the other hand reached over, tightly grabbing onto the small hands Qiao Mo had placed on her lap.

But when Qiao Mo touched that strand of temperature, her fingers trembled. His hand, was so cold, it was as if it had been frozen over, and did not have a single bit of temperature.

In the end, she couldn't bear it anymore, so she turned around to look at his abnormally pale face. "What happened to you? Is he sick? "

As he spoke, he withdrew his hand and placed it on the young man's forehead.

It was cold.

Xiao Yan, however, calmly took off the small hand she placed on his forehead, "It's alright. We've stayed up for a few nights and solved a rather thorny case. "Rest for a few days and you'll be fine."

Only then did Qiao Mo calm down.

Her anxiety and concern for him was too exposed on the surface and was caught by Xiao Yan.

"Little Mo, I'm not worth your concern."

Qiao Mo retracted her hand, and faintly smiled bitterly: "You always control me easily. Even now, I have no way to deny the feelings I have for you. But Xiao Yan, please stop being so vile towards me. Leave me with the last bit of dignity, please. "

Xiao Yan drove the car to the residential area, and after parking the car, he got off and helped Qiao Mo carry his luggage.

The two entered the lodging house together.

Entering the room, Xiao Yan suddenly pulled her into his embrace from behind. He took a deep breath of her body and the corners of his eyes turned scarlet, "Qiao Mo, I apologize for all the things I did to you. Even if that doesn't make up for anything, you tell me what you want and I'll put it all in the divorce settlement. "

He couldn't give her much, what she wanted, or maybe he couldn't, but he still wanted to make it up to her.

She was shackled in his embrace, her back facing him as she finally started to collapse, "I once didn't want anything from you, I just wanted you to love me, even if it was just loving me a little and trusting me, that would be enough. But now, I don't want anything anymore. Xiao Yan, do you regret or feel guilty now so you want to make it up to me? "

In Qiao Mo's hand, each and every one of his fingers were brushed aside.

Qiao Mo stood by the window with her back to him and covered her lips with her hands, suppressing her emotions.

Xiao Yan stood at a distance away from her, quietly looking at her delicate back, "What do you want to eat at noon?"

Qiao Mo did not answer, as whatever she ate did not matter.

He knew that she was never picky.

In the afternoon, Xiao Yan ordered a quick meal, the two of them did not have any thoughts of eating, they just ate a few bites, and then settled on lunch.

Qiao Mo sat on the side of the bed in silence.

Xiao Yan leaned on the open balcony and kept on staring at her, as if he wanted to look into the depths of his mind.

He asked, "After the divorce, what are your plans?"

Qiao Mo did not raise her head, but only replied lightly: "If there's no surprise, she would have gone to the United States with Feng Che."

"Yes."

The United States was so far away from Seahold that there would be no news of her at all. If that was the case, he would probably feel less guilty, and she would think less of him, and live more comfortably.

Qiao Mo took out the divorce agreement from her bag, "The reason I'm here today is mainly because of this. I've already gotten the lawyer to draft a divorce agreement.

Xiao Yan took it, and read through the divorce agreement seriously, but then frowned and said: "I can't sign this agreement."

Qiao Mo was shocked, raising her head to look at him: "Why?"

Could it be that he wanted to go back on his word again?

Xiao Yan's voice, however, remained calm as he said, "In this divorce agreement, you did not make any request for alimony or any property. This is unfair to you."

Qiao Mo's most beautiful years were spent within this marriage. He had given her great harm and storm, and he could not let her leave by herself with a body full of injuries.

However, Qiao Mo sneered, "In your eyes, I'm probably no different from those women who throw the cheque after opening your eyes for you. "If that's the case, then I won't ask too much, and I won't ask too much either. Five million, consider it all the compensation for hurting me."

"Okay, I'll get the lawyer to add this."

Qiao Mo's watery red eyes quietly stared into his heavy and cold black ones.

Xiao Yan lowered his handsome face and muttered to himself, "You are different from any woman. Qiao Mo, you are Mrs. Xiao."

"What's the use of saying all these now?"

Xiao Yan nodded his head, "It's of no use, you should rest first. At the latest, I will send you back to Seahold tomorrow. "

Xiao Yan had become different from any other time. He was too obedient to this matter, too obedient to Qiao Mo's thoughts.

Qiao Mo suddenly asked, "When did you think it through, and why … to suddenly change your mind and agree to a divorce? "

Xiao Yan hid all of his emotions within the deepest depths of his unfathomable eyes and spoke naturally and smoothly, "Now that I know my child well, I hope to be able to give her an explanation as soon as possible."

Qiao Mo's heart suddenly hurt.

She smirked. "Really? I wish you two a hundred years of good fortune. "

"Thank you."

It seemed awkward and weird to sleep in the same bed for the last night.

They were clearly two people who were about to get a divorce, but they were lying in the same bed with abnormal calmness.

even tightly embraced her body.

His breathing was so close.

Qiao Mo was in his embrace, dozing off with her eyes closed.

Xiao Yan pressed his chin against her forehead, and softly asked in the darkness, "Little Mo, since when did you start to like me?"

He wanted to hear how lonely and brave she could be when she loved him alone.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it. Go to sleep.

Qiao Mo slowly opened her eyes and her lips brushed past his adam's apple.

"It was probably because you saved me from the mountain that I realized you were a decent person."

"So every time you say 'I like you,' you're serious, huh?"

Qiao Mo stretched out her arms and hugged his neck tightly, "Yes."

For no reason, at night, Qiao Mo did not want to hide anything. After dawn, they would just be passersby. She was too tired to hide her emotions.

"I was wrong to make you suffer so much." Xiao Yan said calmly.

Qiao Mo reached out her hand, covered his lips and said, "Stop talking, I'm very tired. Go to sleep."

"Good night, Qiao Mo."

Qiao Mo rolled over and leaned against his chest. His chest was colder than it used to be, but she still wanted to get closer to it.

After a long while, until Xiao Yan thought that the girl in his embrace had fallen asleep, she finally said slowly, "Xiao Yan, I don't know how long it will take for me to forget about you, nor do I know if I can. Tomorrow, don't disappear again. Come with me to go through the divorce procedures. Let me go and let you go. "Okay?"

"If this is the last thing you want, I'll give it to you."

In the middle of the night, when everything was quiet and his breathing was steady, Xiao Yan suddenly lowered his head and kissed Qiao Mo's forehead.

He wondered if she was asleep.

"Qiao Mo, I love you."

I love you, too, when you love me so desperately and alone.