But now, she appears in front of him every day, showing concern for him daily.
This makes him feel that even if he were to drain all the blood from his body, it wouldn't seem to matter.
The only thing that matters is that he cannot love her anymore.
Qiao Mo was in the kitchen, feeling down. The thought of that large bag of blood drawn out every day weighed heavily on her heart.
She opened the refrigerator and noticed there weren't many ingredients upstairs, so she went downstairs to ask Nanny Wang for some.
"Won't it be too nourishing... The young master has been eating very lightly lately..."
Listening to what Qiao Mo was asking for, Nanny Wang felt a bit uneasy.
"It won't. If he throws a tantrum, I'll handle it."
"The young master wouldn't throw a tantrum at you."
Nanny Wang smiled, turned around, and soon prepared the ingredients.
When Qiao Mo returned to the kitchen, Fu Nancheng had somewhat recovered, but his face was still very pale.
