Qiao Lan knew that Tan Mo was very dependent on her now, but Qiao Lan didn't think too much about it since Uncle Chen's words sounded a bit weird.

Uncle Chen admitted frankly that he did want to help her, but he did need Qiao Lan's help. Qiao Lan felt that she had been convinced.

Qiao Lan went upstairs to pack her things and sighed. Food and accommodation were provided. The food was good, and the accommodation was good. Why wouldn't she go?

Alas, she was too realistic.

Qiao Lan didn't bring many things. She only brought some clothes and books. Soon, she came downstairs and chatted with Uncle Chen in the car.

There were some things that Uncle Chen wouldn't say when Tan Mo was here, but now that Tan Mo wasn't here, Uncle Chen didn't have any taboos. For example, Qiao Lan's real family situation.

Uncle Chen asked if her parents would be worried if she didn't go home. Qiao Lan didn't have to hide it. She felt that she had a good attitude when she talked about the Qiao family from an outsider's point of view.

Uncle Chen looked at the girl's indifferent expression through the rearview mirror. He thought that this child was indeed more mature than other children her age.

Tan Mo had a hard time making friends with people his age because of his illness. Back then, Uncle Chen thought that if Tan Mo had a close friend one day, that friend would be a bit older than Tan Mo. If it was someone his age, he would be more mature. That way, he would have more patience to tolerate Tan Mo's temper. He would take the trouble to resolve his indifference and slowly understand him.

Uncle Chen had watched Tan Mo grow up. He had changed from being cold and distant a few years ago to now. No one knew the joy in Uncle Chen's heart.

Although Tan Mo was still expressionless, he slowly learned how to take the initiative and how to care for others. He learned how to have more emotions. He was happy, angry, disappointed, and even wronged. He was slowly experiencing all of them.

The young man's world had always been black and white. He was slowly adding new colors. Although it was slow, it was already a progress that made him very surprised.

Uncle Chen knew how difficult it was for Tan Mo to meet such a person. That was why Uncle Chen tried to seize every opportunity to make Tan Mo and Qiao Lan closer. For example, today's speech. For example, he had specifically talked to the head of the school's grade group, hoping that Qiao Lan and Tan Mo would be in the same class.

Fortunately, Qiao Lan's grades were very good. Otherwise, it would be a bit more difficult.

Tan Mo didn't have much interest in the upcoming summer break. Even though he had Qiao Lan's phone number now and she said that she would look for him when she was free and even wanted to treat him to a meal, Tan Mo didn't really care.

However, he didn't mention a specific time. Even if he did, it would only happen once or twice.

The summer vacation was so long. It was almost two months long. Once or twice was really pitiful.

Why was it so long? Couldn't it be a little shorter like the winter holidays?

He took out another book from the bookshelf. Only then did he clear his mind of all the messy thoughts. In an instant, all that was left in his mind were symbols and words that his peers couldn't understand.

When Tan Mo put his heart and soul into something, it was very difficult to disturb him. After he finished reading everything he wanted to read, he felt a bit thirsty. He opened the door of his room and prepared to go to the kitchen to drink some water.

Then, he saw the person in his room that made him stare blankly for a long time.

Qiao Lan was sitting on the sofa in front of the coffee table. He was also holding a book in his hand. It was the history of the world that Tan Mo gave to Qiao Lan. When he entered Tan Mo's room, there was no movement. Uncle Chen said that Tan Mo was reading, so Qiao Lan didn't go in to disturb him.

Qiao Lan smiled and looked at the dazed Tan Mo. He pointed at the cut oranges on the table and said, "You finished reading. Take a break and eat something?"

Tan Mo didn't react until Uncle Chen came out of his room and briefly explained to Tan Mo. After listening, Tan Mo turned to Qiao Lan and said, "You don't have to take care of me."

"Hmm?" Qiao Lan looked up.

"Aunt Chen isn't here. You can stay here."

You don't have to take care of him or do anything. Tan Mo felt that it was good enough that Qiao Lan could come.

Uncle Chen looked at Tan Mo's honest face and was happy for a long time. He knew that it would be good to coax Qiao Lan to come to his house.

Tan Mo was unhappy at first, but after being stunned, he seemed to become happy. But then, he couldn't suppress his nervousness. Although he was still expressionless, Qiao Lan saw Tan Mo's daily action of drawing circles on the plate when he was nervous.

Dinner was made by Tan Mo's professional nutritionist. It was sent to him at a fixed time. Usually, Aunt Chen would cook according to the nutritionist's instructions. Now that Aunt Chen wasn't here, the nutritionist did it herself.

Although Qiao Lan used to work everywhere and had rich life experience, she didn't know how to cook because she didn't have a family since she was young. The only thing she was good at was making desserts and making coffee. After all, she used to work in a coffee shop for a long time.

At that time, she was in university. The coffee shop she went to was not far from the university. The shop was small, but it was very special. The owner was Qiao Lan's senior. In her free time, she often taught Qiao Lan how to make desserts.

Qiao Lan walked around the kitchen. Aunt Chen seemed to be a person who liked to study cooking. There were all kinds of tools in the kitchen. There were also all kinds of fresh ingredients in the refrigerator that were sent every day.

As Qiao Lan looked at it, an idea popped into her head.

Tan Mo liked desserts very much. Qiao Lan discovered this after sitting at the same table with Tan Mo for two months.

The young man who looked cold on the surface was actually a sweet lover. It was a big contrast, but he was quite cute.

Qiao Lan took out her phone and searched for the desserts she had made before. After all, she hadn't made desserts for a long time, so she couldn't remember them. She would take a screenshot and save it after searching.

She would try it when she had the chance.

She didn't expect the opportunity to come so soon.

Aunt Chen's hometown wasn't too far from here. It would take about three hours by car. Previously, Uncle Chen said that something had happened to Aunt Chen's family, but he didn't say what it was. A few days later, Uncle Chen told Qiao Lan that he had to go there and would be back tomorrow. So, Qiao Lan had to take care of Tan Mo for a day.

Qiao Lan stayed at Tan Mo's place for a few days and observed Tan Mo's daily life closely. She found that Tan Mo was actually very independent in his life.

Except for sometimes being unable to reach the books on the high shelves, Tan Mo did almost everything by himself, such as taking a shower, sleeping, and changing clothes. However, Uncle Chen still told Qiao Lan a lot about the things Tan Mo must avoid. For example, check the windows of Tan Mo's room before going to bed. He couldn't stand the night wind, and he couldn't have light when he slept at night.

Qiao Lan took out a small notebook and wrote down everything one by one. Tan Mo, who was sitting in the room but could hear Uncle Chen and Qiao Lan talking, began to nervously draw circles on the book with a pen again.

Although he had sat at the same table with Qiao Lan for half a year, he was still nervous when Qiao Lan came to the house. Qiao Lan had been here recently, so Tan Mo was finally not so nervous. However, now that Uncle Chen was leaving, which meant that there would be only the two of them, Tan Mo began to feel nervous again.

After Uncle Chen finished talking, he smiled. In fact, there was nothing to worry about. Tan Mo wasn't a child who couldn't live without others. In the past, Father Tan often asked Tan Mo to stay at his place. Uncle Chen took this opportunity to tell Qiao Lan these things.

After lunch, Uncle Chen rested for a while and drove away. In the afternoon, Qiao Lan took a look at Tan Mo's quiet room and found a bunch of screenshots he took that day. After deleting the things that Tan Mo didn't eat, he went into the kitchen and began to think about it.

The room wasn't big, about 150 RMB, and it was very quiet. Tan Mo, who was sitting in his room, could hear Qiao Lan opening the fridge. He was probably looking for something.

Tan Mo stared at the book in front of him for a while, then controlled the wheelchair to come out of the room.

Slowly entering the kitchen, Tan Mo saw Qiao Lan wearing the apron that Aunt Chen usually wore. He was looking for something on his phone. Qiao Lan turned his head and saw Tan Mo.

"Did I disturb you?" Qiao Lan put down his phone. "I wanted to be quiet."

"No," Tan Mo stared at the apron that Qiao Lan was wearing. Aunt Chen wore it every day, so Tan Mo never paid attention to it. However, now that Qiao Lan was wearing it, Tan Mo couldn't take his eyes off it. Just like before, an indescribable feeling of intimacy welled up in his heart.

"You're here?" Tan Mo finally shifted his gaze to something else. "Are you cooking?"

"I don't know how to cook." Qiao Lan smiled. "I want to try making desserts. Tan Mo, do you like pudding? My pudding is pretty good."

Tan Mo pushed his wheelchair in. His gaze fell on the ingredients on the table. He said softly, "I like it."

As long as you like it, Qiao Lan was even more excited.

She had almost forgotten the difficult desserts, so she didn't dare to embarrass herself. She was quite confident in making the easy desserts. The customers in the coffee shop liked the egg pudding that she made for her senior sister.

After boiling the water, she added the white sugar and stirred it into a syrup. Then, she added the egg and milk and stirred the syrup until it was smooth.

Tan Mo sat in his wheelchair and watched Qiao Lan carefully process the ingredients. He watched as she mixed a cup of white sugar with boiling water and kept boiling it. Gradually, the sweet smell of caramel filled the kitchen.

Qiao Lan saw that Tan Mo was interested, so she brought the model to the table and carefully poured the caramel and pudding ingredients into the model. Then, she added water to the baking tray and put it in the oven.

"It'll be ready in 15 minutes. During this time, I can make a few more coconut-flavored mango rolls."

This was a type of dessert made from glutinous rice. It was sticky, sweet, and sticky. Qiao Lan liked it very much.

Tan Mo watched as her slender fingers skillfully and quickly mixed the glutinous rice with water and kneaded it into a dough. Tan Mo's gaze followed Qiao Lan's fingers and finally landed on Qiao Lan's face.

His deskmate was really amazing.

She was about the same age as him, but she was so amazing.

Her fingers were stained with glutinous rice flour and she accidentally rubbed it on her face. Tan Mo stared at the white glutinous rice flour on Qiao Lan's face and suddenly wanted to reach out and wipe it clean.

After making a few desserts, Qiao Lan added a fresh fruit scoop. All of them were fruits that Tan Mo liked.

Tan Mo especially liked coconut-flavored mango rolls, but Qiao Lan didn't dare to let Tan Mo eat too much. It was glutinous rice, and eating too much would make his stomach uncomfortable.

After dinner, Uncle Chen called and asked if they were okay. Qiao Lan told Uncle Chen that Tan Mo had already gone to take a shower. Only then did Uncle Chen feel relieved.

After the call, Tan Mo came out of the shower. The young man changed his clothes and came out in a wheelchair. Qiao Lan didn't know if it was because of the shower or her illusion, but she felt that Tan Mo's face was paler than usual.

Qiao Lan suddenly felt a little worried. She hurriedly asked Tan Mo if he was feeling uncomfortable. Thinking of the food he had for dinner, she asked, "Is your stomach hurting?"

"No." Tan Mo's hair wasn't completely dry yet. His hair was soft and he looked very obedient and trustworthy. "I'm not feeling uncomfortable."

Qiao Lan frowned and looked at Tan Mo.

Tan Mo was used to looking into the other person's eyes when he spoke, but now he didn't look at her at all. Qiao Lan suddenly remembered that Tan Mo lied to her last time and said that he didn't want to take the language test because he wasn't feeling well.

Qiao Lan still felt uneasy, but Tan Mo insisted that he was fine. He said goodnight to Qiao Lan as usual and turned to go back to his room.

Qiao Lan looked at the young man's thin back for a while before returning to her room.

No matter how she thought about it, she was still a little worried. So she opened the door and continued to read the book about Asperger's Disease that she had downloaded before.

She slept enough during the day, so she wasn't too sleepy at night. As the clock slowly passed midnight, Qiao Lan suddenly heard something in Tan Mo's room fall to the ground.

Qiao Lan suddenly jumped out of bed.

But after the sound, it was quiet again, as if something had accidentally fallen.

Qiao Lan frowned. She got out of bed and carefully walked towards Tan Mo's room. Tan Mo's room was very quiet. Everything seemed to be her illusion until she suddenly heard a very low, but very clear, painful sound in the night.

Qiao Lan anxiously knocked on Tan Mo's door. "Tan Mo, what's wrong?"

The room was quiet again, but then there was a clang.

Qiao Lan's face suddenly changed. "Tan Mo, I'm coming in." She opened the door and walked in to turn on the light.

Under the light, Tan Mo was half sitting on the bed. His face was pale. The drawer that had been pulled open in shock had fallen to the ground, and he was holding a small medicine bottle in his right hand.

Qiao Lan was stunned. Then she quickly walked over. Just as she was about to ask him what was wrong, her gaze suddenly fell on the young man's right leg that had been pulled up by the blanket because he had panicked.

There was a seven to eight centimeters long scar on his dazzling white skin.