Coming back late from the sea
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Mo Bei stood on the terrace, listening to the sound of Mo Wenxiu leaving, and the night in her eyes instantly blurred.
That person is dead, that person... is dead!
Death ans farewell forever, a goodbye never to be seen again.
"Didn’t you say you were Doraemon? How could you die?!"
With her hands tightly gripping the railing, Mo Bei’s voice was full of grief.
After that, she didn’t say another word, just stood on the terrace, letting the tears flow. Since her mother’s passing, she hadn’t cried again; this ti, it was the longest she’d cried in over a decade.
A knock on the door sounded.
Mo Bei hurriedly raised her palm, wiped her face, and walked to the living room.
"Who is it?"
"Xiao Bei, it’s , Dad, the plane is already arranged."
Outside, Mo Wenxiu’s voice ca through.
"Okay, I’ll be right there."
Responding through the door, Mo Bei turned around and walked into the bathroom, carefully washing her face several tis before leaving again.
When she walked out of the guest room, her expression had returned to normal, without a trace of sadness, just a numb sort of calm.
Mo Wenxiu’s gaze fell on her face, seeing her obviously crying eyes, he already guessed she had been crying.
This daughter of his has a personality completely opposite to him, domineering and unruly, extrely proud. The man who could make her cry must be soone she cares deeply about.
However, Mo Wenxiu believed she could definitely get through it.
Long pain is worse than short pain, a swift cut severs the threads of emotion, it might be painful, but wounds will heal eventually. This outco is better than a painful entanglent.
"Let’s go."
Suppressing the regret in his heart, Mo Wenxiu ultimately didn’t speak to her about Jiao Yang.
Mo Bei stepped forward, walked towards the elevator, watching the slender back of his daughter, Mo Wenxiu silently apologized in his heart.
This apology is not only because he didn’t tell her the truth but also because of his identity.
If her father wasn’t him, perhaps she and Jiao Yang could be together.
Unfortunately...
I’m sorry, Xiao Bei, having a father like ans you are destined to live a life in shadows.
A group of people quickly left the hotel and headed for the airport.
On the plane, when the flight attendant ca forward to politely ask if they were prepared, Mo Bei remained in a distracted state.
Looking at her appearance, Mo Wenxiu hesitated once more.
All these years, he owed his daughter too much. Though always strong-willed, he had always felt guilty towards her.
If she cried or threw a fit, it wouldn’t matter, but she’s too quiet, as if she’s not herself.
"Xiao Bei!" Gritting his teeth secretly, Mo Wenxiu turned his face, looking at his daughter sitting in the seat behind him, "There’s sothing I must tell you."
"Speak."
Mo Bei only uttered one word lightly.
Looking at her lifeless eyes devoid of vitality, Mo Wenxiu finally spoke, "Actually, Jiao Yang... is not dead."
"What did you say?!"
Mo Bei suddenly raised her face, looking at him, her previously expressionless face now showing intense emotion.
"He isn’t dead, just suffered so minor injuries, now he’s safely staying at the Duke’s Mansion." Mo Wenxiu sighed, "However, I must remind you, between you and Jiao Yang... there’s a great distance. Think it through, if you insist on staying with him, you must be prepared for the possibility of bruises all over."
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