Chapter 779
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Because it was too late, Song Xiangsi didn't reply. Grabbing her phone, she got out of bed, put on a jacket, and walked out of the bedroom. She saw Xu Jiamu standing alone on the balcony in the living room, smoking as he stared out the window.
She didn't know how long he had been standing there, or how many cigarettes he had smoked. The smoke from the balcony wafted into the room, making it a little choking.
Song Xiangsi turned on the ventilator, and slowly walked over.
Xu Jiamu held a cigarette in one hand, his head lowered, engrossed in his phone. He didn't even notice that Song Xiangsi had walked over to the balcony.
His voice came from the phone. Song Xiangsi could tell that it was the interview from yesterday afternoon.
Xu Jiamu was only wearing a thin pajamas. The temperature on the balcony was around zero degrees, cold enough to make one shiver. Song Xiangsi could only turn around, return to the bedroom, and grab a blanket. She turned back, and draped it over Xu Jiamu.
Xu Jiamu tilted his head, glanced at Song Xiangsi, then exited the video call. He took a drag of his cigarette, and asked, "Why are you awake?"
Song Xiangsi looked at the cigarette butts around Xu Jiamu, and furrowed her brows. She wanted to ask him why he smoked so much, but in the end, she stopped. She knew that he had been in a bad mood these days, and she also knew what he was hesitating about. On one side was his brother and best friend, on the other was his mother, it was indeed a little hard to choose.
Since ancient times, the stories of those who killed their families in the name of righteousness had been passed down through the ages. However, who knew exactly how much pain and struggle those people had experienced in the process of killing their families? To them, this sort of praise was equivalent to tearing open their scars again and again.
Song Xiangsi blinked, and replied, "I went to the toilet, I saw that you weren't there, so I came out."
After a pause, she added, "It's such a cold day, why aren't you wearing a jacket? What if you freeze?"
Before Xu Jiamu got into the car accident, before she said it was over between them, Song Xiangsi had always been a queen and arrogant on the outside, but in front of him, she was always understanding and gentle.
Perhaps it was because she was so obedient and well-behaved that he had never thought of leaving her in the seven years they had been together.
Now, she suddenly spoke to him in such a caring and gentle manner, causing him to be somewhat stunned and even a little dazed.
Song Xiangsi felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze. She averted her gaze, her fingers inadvertently touching the phone in her pocket. As though she had thought of something, she pulled it out and opened the WeChat message. She handed it to Xu Jiamu. "Your brother and Qiao Qiao are preparing to leave the country."
"Abroad?" Xu Jiamu asked suspiciously. He lowered his head to read the message carefully, and his face instantly turned pale.
Does this mean that they want to emigrate?
Did that mean that he would never come back from here on out?
Had his mother driven them to the point where they had no choice but to leave their homes?
"I think it's because of the child. They probably don't want the child to be born with rumors flying around."
Xu Jiamu didn't reply, but slowly turned his head. He stared out the window at the night sky in silence.
Song Xiangsi didn't disturb him. In the quiet night, she quietly accompanied him.
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