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Chapter 467

In the living room on the first floor of Mansion Mo, Qiao An was sitting quietly on the sofa, her almond-shaped eyes slightly lowered and her lips pursed into a straight line.

The stiffness of her back revealed her restraint and embarrassment at the moment.

Mo Mansion was a completely unfamiliar place to her.

Unlike Hibiscus Garden and Yunjin, both of which had memories shared by her and Mo Kai, she had never set foot in Mo Kai's mansion.

It seemed to remind her that their relationship was like this strange building, where intimacy turned into strangers.

If she hadn't been unable to see Mo Kai at all, she wouldn't have come here to look for him today.

Ever since the two of them agreed to settle down separately, Qiao An really couldn't even see the shadow of Mo Kai.

He will not go to Mo Sheng, nor Yun Jin, nor will he appear anywhere where she is.

Qiao An could feel that Mo Kai was deliberately avoiding her.

It’s not that my heart won’t hurt, but the more it feels like this, the more I have to remind myself and get used to it.

Because not having Mo Kai would be her norm for the rest of her life.

She had to force herself to get used to and adapt to life without him.

Qiao An used a method of self-hypnosis to seal up all her emotions and thoughts about Mo Kai.

But today, she had to come.

The living room is very large and the surroundings are very quiet. The only sound is the patter of rain outside the window.

The wait felt extremely long, and Qiao An felt that her heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and became more and more chaotic.

As if a century had passed, she finally heard the long-lost, familiar footsteps.

My heart seemed to be filled with sparkling water in an instant, and my heart was beating like thunder.

Qiao An raised her eyes with her heart clenched.

Mo Kai walked down the stairs from the second floor. He wore elegant gold-framed square glasses on his outstanding face, a minimalist camel turtleneck sweater, and black trousers. He exuded a natural pride and dignity in his casualness.

Qiao An clenched his hands tightly, as if this was the only way to avoid revealing that whenever he saw him, his heart would beat out of order.

Mo Kai looked much calmer. He sat down on the sofa opposite Qiao An and said calmly without any emotion, "You are looking for me about Lan Hao?"

At this time, Qiao An took the initiative to come to see him, and Mo Kai knew her purpose even with his eyes closed.

"Yes." She responded.

Since he asked directly, Qiao An naturally didn't have to beat around the bush, "Lan Hao is innocent. He didn't kill anyone. I can testify."

Mo Kai clasped his hands on his knees tightly.

"The crime he is accused of committing murder is simply impossible to establish. Because I was there at that time and in that place. The person he was accused of murdering was me."

Qiao An's voice was not mixed with any emotion, and he was calm as if he was stating something that had nothing to do with him.

Only she herself knows how long she spent on psychological construction before saying these words to Mo Kai.

She trusted Mo Kai and knew that he would do his best to help Lan Hao. And she, knowing that she was a party involved, could not stay out of the matter.

Mo Kai's head was pounding because of Qiao An's straightforward words.

Did she...remember everything?

Qiao An didn't notice the sudden change in Mo Kai's expression, lowered his eyes and continued, "If I want to testify for Lan Hao, I must at least have proof of presence. But now, except for broken memory fragments, I can't produce any substantive evidence at all. Just

I can’t even produce evidence that I went to Boston five years ago.”

Qiao An paused and raised his eyes, "I can't even accurately describe what happened at that time. The possibility of broken memories being accepted as testimony is too low."


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