Staring at the figure on the bed for a long time, he finally stepped inside.
Compared to before, the room seemed to have gained a touch of color and become a bit more disheveled.
Ever since she moved in, he had not returned, and ironically, the reason for his absence was fear.
Even he did not know exactly what he was afraid of.
Was he afraid that she would despise him?
Or was he afraid that he would lose control and desire her?
Or perhaps he was afraid of falling in love with her again...
He quietly walked to the window, placing the box in his hand on the bedside, his gaze falling on Qiao Mo's small face, and his eyes growing moist.
"Xiao Mo... do you really not remember me?"
He spoke softly, his fingertips trembling slightly as they touched her eyes, cool to the touch.
Staring at that small face for a long time, his eyes gradually became moist as he gently brushed over her eyes... her nose...
Little one, how could you so calmly forget me so completely?
