Chapter 607
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Qiao Anhao gradually slowed down, stopping by the side of the road. She stared blankly at the three roads in front of her, unsure of which one to choose.
In the end, she still lost him...
Qiao Anhao sat in the car for a long time, then took out her phone to look at the time. It was already past midnight, and the new year had arrived. She first called the middle-aged woman who took care of the old lady, asking if it was convenient to return the car. The middle-aged woman told her to return it the next day.
Qiao Anhao hung up the phone, then drove back to the apartment she had bought in a depressed mood.
She returned to her own nest, and sat down on the sofa in exhaustion. Only then did she feel a piercing pain from the soles of her feet.
She lowered her head and saw that her socks were covered with blood stains. She curled her lips in grievance and carefully removed her socks from her feet. Then, she saw that the soles of her feet were covered with bleeding wounds. They were especially glaring on her snow-white skin.
Qiao Anhao casually pulled out a box of alcohol from under the coffee table. She tore open the packaging, and did a simple disinfectant on her wounds. Because of the pain, her brows furrowed from time to time.
After disinfectant, Qiao Anhao seemed to have lost all her strength. She hugged the pillow, and collapsed on the sofa.
She had finally found him, but he didn't seem to have the slightest intention of paying attention to her.
In the past, she had always thought that the day they reunited would be the beginning of their happiness, but now it seemed like she had been too naive.
Actually, whether he was angry or cold, she understood.
Back then, he had waited for her for an entire night full of joy. That night, to him, must have been torture and death by a thousand cuts.
So no matter how he treated her now, this time, she wouldn't back down, and she wouldn't give up.
At that thought, Qiao Anhao turned her head, and saw a box of cigarettes and a piece of paper on the coffee table. She reached out and grabbed it, as though she had made up her mind about something, her gaze becoming firm.
Qiao Anhao didn't give up, nor did she retreat. Even though she had lost him last night, it didn't mean that she would never be able to find him again.
The next day, just before dawn, Qiao Anhao climbed out of bed. She first drove to the Qiao family house to wish Uncle and Auntie a happy new year. After breakfast, she found an excuse to leave to return the old lady's car.
After returning the car, Qiao Anhao wasn't in a hurry to leave. Instead, she stayed at the old lady's house to accompany her.
To Lu Jinnian, the old lady was one of the few people he cared about in this world. He had disappeared for such a long time without contacting anyone, yet he appeared in front of his mother's grave on New Year's Eve, so he would definitely visit the old lady.
Therefore, all she had to do was to wait here.
Every day, Qiao Anhao would come over early in the morning and leave late at night. On the afternoon of the fourth day of the New Year, Lu Jinnian finally appeared.
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