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As Su Qing listened to the sound of water flowing in the washroom, she recalled the figure of Ling Mo's abs, which were buzzing in his head.

She took out the clothes pole and went to the balcony to get the dry clothes. She pinched the hem of her clothes, then dried it and put it away.

She put the dry clothes on the sofa and went to the staircase to hang the morning photo on the wall. The nail was a bit high, so she stood on tiptoe to focus on the hole in the photo …

There was a loud bang at the door downstairs!

This frightened her so much that she fell backwards, crashing heavily onto the ground.

Su Qing's waist felt pain as though it was stabbed by a blade, her face was creased, tears were rolling down her face, and the pain from using her hand to cover her waist was multiplied.

Su Qing took in a deep breath, her forehead perspiring profusely.

Ling Mo quickly walked to her side and bent down to help her up.

Su Qing gave him a forced smile, "I'm sick, I'll be fine after I lie down for a while."

As she asked, she replaced her hand with her own and rubbed it against her waist.

Su Qing clenched her teeth, her fingernails turning white, and said with a trembling voice, "I used to learn dancing, but there was an accident during a competition and a board smashed onto my waist … Can you be a little lighter? "

"Accidents?" Ling Mo lowered his strength, "Where is the competition?"

Su Qing felt that the pain on her waist had lessened, and she placed her hands on her pillow and said, "It was at the Hundred Blossom Arts School. At that time, my teacher and my classmates thought that I would be able to smoothly become the champion, and gain the chance to be promoted to the top dance group in the world.

"What about you?"

"It was hard at first." Su Qing said indifferently, "I grew up in an orphanage, and always hoped that I could make money from dancing. When I realized that I couldn't dance anymore, sadness and helplessness couldn't be avoided, right?"

"Are you feeling better?" Ling Mo could feel the temperature of her waist rising, "Let me help you lie down on the sofa."

Su Qing slightly moved her body, her face slightly red, "Sorry for troubling you."

"Right." Ling Mo supported her to the sofa and asked her to lie down "What happened next?"

"After that, the Principal told me that when you were young, didn't you want to open the florist? Since we can't dance anymore, then let's open the florist. " Su Qing imitated the elder's tone, then said with a smile, "After that, I set up this florist right here."

"You don't feel unresigned at all?"

"Nope." Su Qing shook her head.

She had seen too many human faces filled with greed and desire for money, success, and attention. However, Su Qing was different.

Su Qing playfully blinked her eyes at him, "Everyday, I do what I like, but for ordinary things, living a normal life, isn't that good?"

Ordinary, this was a phrase Ling Mo had never heard before. He was born into a business in the Ling's disease, and stood at the highest point in the class as he looked down upon everyone.

He had become an autistic patient, but he was still the CEO of the Ling's disease Enterprise.

No one would care about him, they would only care about whether Ling's disease could create more value for them.

Su Qing saw that he was immersed in her own thoughts, her eyes emitting a cold aura, that kind of feeling that made people feel cold again.

He was isolated in his own world, living alone.

Su Qing thought back to when she had just stepped into the orphanage. She had been squatting in a corner by herself with a doll in her arms, looking at the other children playing around while being cold as a puppet.

Feeling unwell in her heart, she grasped his hand out of nowhere, her eyes filled with concern and comfort.

Ling Mo's body stiffened for a moment, the coldness in his eyes retreated, gradually becoming more and more warm, and he sighed, "It's good to meet you."