Chapter 601
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Qiao Anhao cried for a long time before she finally stopped. She raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face. She glanced at the Qiao family's front door, but she didn't enter. Instead, she strode towards the entrance of the residential area.
Qiao Anxia didn't know what was wrong with herself. The moment she walked past the entrance, she dodged to the side in a panic. Because she was in a hurry, she accidentally brushed against a rose vine. The sharp branches cut her wrist, causing her to gasp in pain. Instinctively, she covered her wound. She waited until Qiao Anhao walked past the door before she walked out again. She stood at the entrance, looking at Qiao Anhao's back with a complicated expression.
"Xia Xia?" As Chen Yang's voice rang out, Qiao Anxia's shoulder was hugged. Only then did she snap back to reality.
"What are you looking at?" Chen Yang asked in a warm voice. He followed her gaze and saw an empty street under the blurred streetlights. He furrowed his brows. "Where's Qiao Qiao?"
"Gone." Qiao Anxia smiled at Chen Yang, her face a little pale.
"What's wrong? Are you not feeling well? " Chen Yang grabbed Qiao Anxia's shoulder worriedly. He looked at her tightly clutching her wrist, and his brows furrowed even more. "Are you hurt? What happened? "
"It's nothing, I just accidentally cut myself." Qiao Anxia suddenly felt a little tired. After saying this, she burrowed into Chen Yang's embrace and leaned her head on his shoulder.
"How could you be so careless?" Chen Yang took the opportunity to hug her, his words carrying a hint of heartache.
Qiao Anxia didn't say a word, she just rubbed her head on his shoulder, tears rolling down the corners of her eyes.
Qiao Anhao walked out of the residential area, randomly choosing a direction and walking aimlessly.
The streets were empty on New Year's Eve, there were almost no people or cars.
The shops on both sides of the street were usually busy, but at this moment, their doors were tightly shut. Occasionally, firecrackers could be heard.
Qiao Anhao walked for a long time before she stopped. It was already late at night, and it was New Year's Eve, so there were almost no taxis. She walked to the bus stop and sat down on a bench.
After waiting for about ten minutes, the bus didn't come. Instead, an old lady crossed the road.
The old lady looked very old. Her hair was snow-white, but she walked very steadily.
Just as the old lady was about to reach Qiao Anhao, a motorcycle suddenly appeared from the corner. The speed of the motorcycle was so fast that it didn't hit the old lady, but it flew past her.
The old man was so shocked that he lost his balance and fell to the ground.
The motorcycle showed no signs of stopping. Instead, it sped up and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The old lady sat on the floor for a long time without standing up. Qiao Anhao had seen many reports of kind-hearted people trying to help the elderly after they fell, only to be blamed instead. She was a little worried that she would get into trouble for being a busybody.
But when he thought of the fact that on New Year's Eve, an old man was just like him, alone on the street without any family to accompany him, it was really pitiful.
Qiao Anhao hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she stood up and walked over. Before she could ask the old lady if she was alright, the moment the old lady saw her, she suddenly cried out in surprise, "Jinnian?"
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