Qiao An's long eyelashes trembled, but she had no words to reply.

Qiao Ning seemed to have completely figured out something at this moment.

She squatted in front of Qiao An and stated her conjecture in a trembling voice:

"You don't want your parents to worry, so you pretend to have forgotten it through diagnosis and treatment, and cooperate with everyone to create the illusion of happiness. All your exposed happiness and forgetfulness about certain things are... fake.

But you were afraid of being exposed, so you went to Kenya alone."

Qiao An's pupils suddenly tightened.

"Sister, actually you haven't forgotten, you remember everything, including..."

Qiao Ning stopped suddenly, her eyes fell on the notebook in Qiao An's arms, and she said word by word, "Including the person you hid in this notebook. In these two years, you have never forgotten him, right?"

Words are like torpedoes exploding in the deep sea, stirring up thousands of turbulent waves.

Qiao An bit her lip tightly, unable to make a sound. She could only clenched her fists tightly and hugged the notebook that seemed to give her strength.

Subliminal body language can prove something as much as a thousand words.

Qiao Ning knew that she had guessed correctly.

The next second, she hugged Qiao An tightly, and tears burst out of her eyes, "Sister, I'm sorry, it's because we didn't care enough about you and didn't realize your pain. We've made you work so hard alone in the past two years, I'm sorry!

sorry!"

Qiao Ning's heart ached and tightened, and she begged Qiao An with a choked voice, "Sister, just cry when you're sad, okay? I'll be with you. No matter what you encounter or do in the future, I'll be with you. Don't secretly do it again."

Is it okay for people to carry it?”

Qiao An's frozen body finally reacted, and finally let go of the notebook in his hand, stretched out his hand to hug Qiao Ning, and said "Okay" with the same tight voice.

The secret she had endured for two years finally, at this moment, was no longer hers alone.

She has indeed not forgotten.

Two years ago, Qiao An heard the conversation between Qiao Zhen and the doctor and knew that the diagnosis and treatment the doctor wanted to perform was not what she expected, but she still cooperated with it.

Of course she didn't blame the doctor, let alone her father who made this decision. How could Qiao An not understand what kind of good intentions it was.

It was just her parents who tried their best to make her happy. So she chose to accept it and give back in the way they wanted.

They are just using their own methods to carefully love and protect each other.

However, Qiao An did not expect that her physical reaction would be so strong.

The angina pectoris that she suddenly suffered two years ago did not get better as time went by, but became more severe. And she inevitably became dependent on drugs.

Fortunately, in the past two years, she has reached a reconciliation with her body, the medicine never leaves her body, and there has never been any situation where she lost control.

I just didn't expect that two years of restraint and forbearance would be in vain today.

Just because...

Qiao An opened the notebook in front of her. She had treasured this notebook for two years and carried it with her wherever she went.

Turning from the front, there is nothing special, just some account usernames and passwords, but turning from the last page, there is something neatly posted on each page.

These are photos of all the interviews Mo Kai has received in the past two years.

The unsmiling one, the serious one, the frowning one...all kinds of him.

The only thing missing is the gentle and smiling one.

Qiao An's fingertips caressed the handsome face posted on the notebook, and the tears she had been holding back finally fell like broken pearls, big drops falling on Mo Kai's photo.

"I thought I could pretend to be nonchalant in front of him, but what should I do? I found that I couldn't do it at all. I would never be able to... treat him as if nothing happened."


Chapter completed!