Fang Mo continued, "If you were suffering alone during those five years, what right do you have to say you regret it?"
"She was fortunately born into a wonderful family. Both teachers doted on their only daughter, which is why she survived."
Fang Mo said.
Fu Jingfeng remained silent, waiting for him to continue.
"Is it the only thing you know that you're asking me these questions?"
Fang Mo suddenly asked.
Fu Jingfeng shook his head slightly, then leaned over to open the metal cigarette box on the table, took out a cigarette and lit it.
Fang Mo watched him smoke, then added: "The only thing I don't like is other people smoking."
"I know."
Fu Jingfeng said lightly, looked at the cigarette between his fingers and thought for a while, then looked at Fang Mo, "Please continue."
"They moved next door to ours. That day, when I got home from get out of class, I saw her for the first time. She was so skinny and tiny sitting in a wheelchair. I asked her what she was looking at, and she said she was looking at the wind."
Fu Jingfeng thought about the time she said the same thing after the car accident.
She often watches the wind in the yard.
"Actually, she envies the freedom of the wind. She longs for freedom, right?"
This is how Fang Mo understood her short words.
Fu Jingfeng took a puff of his cigarette and then fell into a long silence again.
"If you really love her and really regret it, you should give her more freedom. She's completely disappointed in you, so how could she easily fall in love with you again?"
Fang Mo asked him.
Of course Fu Jingfeng knew that she would not look back easily.
But she had to come back.
This is her home.
“She’s not a pessimist.”
Fu Jingfeng finally spoke and mentioned.
"Of course, if she was pessimistic, she wouldn't be able to stand up at all."
“…”
Fu Jingfeng looked at Fang Mo questioningly again.
Fang Mo said: "She kept falling and getting up again and again. During the recovery period, the bruises on her legs almost never stopped."
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