Chapter 1198: Darling I Have No Father Anymore

Nan Jiaojiao had never sensed any emotion akin to “panic” from Bo Yanching.

Evidently, the force he was now exerting to pull her into his embrace revealed this.

Her mind was entangled and hesitant.

She knew she shouldn’t ask, but if she didn’t, who else could he talk to?

“Third Uncle?”

Bo Yanching slightly lifted his eyebrows and looked up at her, “Calling randomly again, what’s going on?”

From this angle, Nan Jiaojiao could see the forced smile on his face.

She leaned closer to him, pressing her fingers lightly at the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly gazing into his eyes, “If you don’t want to smile, then don’t.

You don’t have to hold back in front of me.”

Bo Yanching’s expression gradually softened.

Nan Jiaojiao asked, “What’s wrong?”

Bo Yanching looked into her eyes, and then at her face.

In the dim light, her face was blurred by an unclear light and shadow, the more he tried to focus, the more ambiguous it became.

Staring too long, an unprecedented panic filled his thoughts, a strange fear crawled up from the depths of his heart, he suddenly inhaled sharply and turned on the lamp by the bed.

The sudden light stabbed into her eyes, causing Nan Jiaojiao to instinctively lower her head to avoid it.

His arm wrapped around her again, pulling her into his embrace.

This time, Bo Yanching held her tightly with one hand, exerting such force as if he wanted to absorb her into his bones, their mutual bones ached painfully.

Just as Nan Jiaojiao frowned, she seemed to hear his suppressed, low sobbing.

“Sweetheart, I have no father anymore.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes snapped open, embracing his shoulders, unsure of what to do, she mimicked his usual way of comforting her, gently patting him.

“I have no father, and no mother anymore, in recent years I’ve been reliant on my grandmother, always…

I’ve never really felt a sense of belonging to a family, it’s too lonely.”

“I didn’t see him often, but he was alive, at least he was a thought for me, now he’s gone too, what am I going to do?”

“Sweetheart…”

Bo Yanching had held back for too long, and at this moment his emotions burst out, gripping Nan Jiaojiao’s shoulders so tightly that his fingers subtly trembled, even his voice seemed fragmented as it struggled to piece itself back together, sounding increasingly broken.

“I just want a home, why is it so difficult.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes tinged red, a stinging pain.

She glanced at the warm light above, discovering tears had already pooled in her eyes.

“How can you not have a home, you have Grandma, Bo Shuxian, Qingshan, and Qianqian.

They are all your family.”

Bo Yanching held her tightly once more, unsure whether he didn’t hear her clearly or was trapped in some emotional vortex of his own.

He muttered, “I still haven’t figured out the cause of my mother’s death, am I a failure?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s hand froze, it felt as if all the blood in her body had suddenly turned rigid.

“How could it be!

Don’t think like that, you’re so capable, what you want to uncover, there will inevitably be clues over time.”

Bo Yanching suddenly let out a small laugh, releasing Nan Jiaojiao, creating some distance between them.

Nan Jiaojiao immediately looked at his expression, his eyes were only slightly red, not crying, the sobbing tone was just faintly heard, he had always restrained himself tightly.

Instead, he wiped her tears away, his long fingers tracing from her eye to her cheek, chuckling lightly, “You’re such a little kid, trying to comfort like an adult, how am I so capable, if I were, I—”