Mo Xiaoqing had never felt so truly that the matter of life and death separation was not as simple as those four words on the surface. When it really happened, it felt like someone had forcibly ripped a piece of flesh out of your heart.
You are powerless to change things, and you don't want to submit, but in the end you can only torment yourself under the cruel tricks of fate.
She did blame herself, wondering why she had said those things to Hanhan so resolutely, when it wasn't his fault!
But in this situation, everything becomes incredibly uncertain, the future seems bleak and shrouded in darkness…
There will never be a brother again who would hold her in his arms and gently stroke her hair like before, telling her that even when she is tired, she still has her brother's shoulder to lean on.
Only at this moment did she realize with absolute clarity what she had lost.
"Brother" is more than just a name or a title; it represents her childhood memories and her safe haven.
But fate so cruelly took away her most important part, leaving her heart empty and unable to fill the void.
Just like when the north wind is howling, even if you build a wooden frame house with planks, you still can't stop some cold, biting wind from seeping in through the gaps...
She is currently suffering from this torment, a dull ache that will never kill her, so she can only endure the pain and repeat each day endlessly.
But Mo Xiaoqing knew that after the dark clouds gathered, the sun would eventually shine again…
So, amidst the heavy atmosphere at home, time slipped by day by day.
It was more than a month later when the situation at home gradually stabilized.
For more than a month, she rarely went out and rarely texted Ji Muhan...
It wasn't that she didn't want to reply, but Ji Muhan had suddenly disappeared without a trace. Before, no matter how much she neglected him, he would persistently send messages, telling her what he had done every day.
When she finally calmed down and regained her composure, she realized that Ji Muhan hadn't texted her for several days...
During this time, she occasionally replied to Yao Yao and Wen Jing's messages, and even though she didn't reply to Ji Muhan's messages, she read them every day.
With everyone at home feeling particularly heavy-hearted, she could only rely on reading the messages Hanhan sent to keep going.
She never cried in front of her parents, because her tears had long since dried up, perhaps because she had already vented her anger on Hanhan...
Now I don't even know how to cry anymore!
Aunt Ji called me twice about Yao Yao's situation, repeatedly saying that Yao Yao had been leaving early and returning late lately, working overtime like crazy at the company.
He looked even thinner and more aloof than before, and spoke less.
It was even worse than when her brother broke up with her.
Mo Xiaoqing thought vaguely that it would certainly be worse than when her brother broke up with her, after all, her brother would no longer exist in this world…
That was a feeling of helplessness and sorrow, something that outsiders could never understand.
Aunt Ji was desperate and made several phone calls, hoping that Yao Yao could come and persuade her!
Mo Xiaoqing forced a smile. "Auntie, it's not that I'm unwilling to help you, but the best way to deal with these things is to wait until this period is over. Time is the only way to heal all wounds!"
She herself... has been struggling with this pain.
“I know, I know what you're saying, but I can't just watch Yao Yao torture her body like this. She'll break down sooner or later! She was only discharged from the hospital not long ago, and she's already working overtime like crazy, pulling all-nighters. When I ask her if she's coming home for dinner, she always says she's too busy at the company and has to work overtime! I really can't help but worry…”
Mo Xiaoqing took a deep breath. "Okay, Auntie, I promise I'll go see Yao Yao, but I can't guarantee that what I say will be effective!"
Hearing Aunt Ji's words of thanks on the other end of the phone, Mo Xiaoqing felt extremely tired.
She couldn't even remember how she absentmindedly hung up the phone, or how she absentmindedly dialed Ji Muhan's number...
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