1270. I think I'm quite capable.

Hearing the movement in the bedroom, she hurriedly ran out of the bathroom.

Seeing her sitting on the bed, breathing heavily, with cold sweat on her forehead, it was clear that she had had another nightmare.

He furrowed his eyebrows, walked to Qiao Xu's side and sat down, "Another nightmare?"

Qiao Xu slowly came to her senses, looking at Lu Moqing's worried eyebrows and the bruise under his eyes, she felt both guilt and distress.

She reached out to touch his cheek, and with a hoarse voice, she said:

"You've worked hard these past few days."

She had actually grown used to being independent, to solving everything by herself without relying on anyone else.

But since remarrying Lu Moqing, she had grown accustomed to his indulgence, unconditional tolerance, and care, gradually getting used to relying on him.

Looking at Lu Moqing's slightly thinner cheeks, she forced a smile from the corner of her mouth -

"This thing called habit is really scary."