C295 So Much Kinship

Qiao Mo's limpid eyes were misty like autumn water. They were as hazy as the mist in the bathroom. With a light blink, tears seemed to be about to fall but they did not fall. She closed her eyes, turned her face away, and didn't say anything. She also did not leave. She did not know why Cao Yingqi would do this to her. How could a man, who had lost his own child