Chapter 1887: Chapter 1891: The Only Thing... Missing Is Love

The only... lacking was love.

After much struggle, Mo Wenxiu finally told Mo Bei the truth.

This, perhaps, is a father.

Even though he once domineeringly tried to control her, even if it meant imprisoning her and taking away her freedom.

But, he loved her.

He only wanted to give what he believed was right, never intending to ruin her life.

However, the way she just appeared, it was completely like a walking corpse, as if she had lost her soul. Such a daughter, he couldn’t bear.

Mo Bei swiftly unfastened her seatbelt, stood up abruptly, and strode to the door.

The two guards standing at the door immediately stepped forward, blocking the cabin door.

"Move aside!"

Mo Bei shouted sharply.

"Let her go." Mo Wenxiu waved his hand indifferently, and the two subordinates immediately cleared the path.

Mo Bei strode out of the cabin door, running down the steps, and as she neared the last few steps, she stumbled and almost fell.

Mo Wenxiu stood on the plane, watching her, and his heart wavered with her.

Mo Bei ultimately didn’t fall; she tried to steady herself but didn’t continue down the last few steps.

Even if she went, what difference would it make?

That man wanted Luo Xiaoqian, not her.

Though she didn’t want to admit it, that was the reality.

Even in such a perilous situation, Jiao Yang thought of Luo Xiaoqian, not even himself.

Initially, she had thought she could change him, only to later realize she was wrong, terribly wrong.

Turning around, Mo Bei walked back up the steps one by one.

He was alive, he was safe... that result was enough. In his world, she was destined to be merely a passerby, so why force the impossible?

At least, she would remember, once upon a time, Doraemon truly appeared in her world.

He was omnipotent, his pocket had anything she wanted, the only thing... missing was love.

At the cabin door, Mo Wenxiu watched her come back with a frown.

"Xiao Bei, are you okay?"

"I’m fine!" Mo Bei lifted her face, giving him a smile, "Dad, let’s go."

For the first time in over a decade, she called him Dad.

Upon hearing that long-awaited title, Mo Wenxiu was taken aback.

Watching her sit back in her seat, Mo Wenxiu walked over, stopping by her side.

"Xiao Bei, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault."

Her sudden return, Mo Wenxiu assumed, was due to Mo Bei being concerned about the gap between herself and Jiao Yang, thus giving up forlornly.

"No, it’s not your fault." Mo Bei lifted her face, "He never loved me."

Looking into her father’s eyes, Mo Bei slightly curved her lips into a faint smile.

"Let’s go, it’s just a breakup, I’m alright, after all, I’m Mo Wenxiu’s daughter!"

Mo Wenxiu raised his hand, resting it on her frail shoulder, "Dad believes in you."

Extending her arms, Mo Bei gently embraced her father.

After a while, they separated, Mo Wenxiu leaned over to fasten her seatbelt properly, and then sat back in his own seat.

"Let’s set off."

The plane started, taxiing forward, then took off, soaring into the night sky.

Mo Bei turned her face to look at the city gradually receding through the window, whispering a goodbye in her heart.

Goodbye, London, goodbye, Jiao Yang, goodbye, love.

From today onwards, I will be another Mo Bei.