Song Qingchun tried her best to ignore the phone call. She blow-dried her hair, applied the moisturizer, and was about to settle down for the night when she could not help herself and glanced at the phone out of the corner of her eye.
The most recent call just ended, and the screen showed that there were 26 unanswered calls, all from that same number.
The past month had been so peaceful; why would things related to him suddenly appear in her life with such startling consistency?
To be frank, she really did not want to have anything to do with him, or rather, she was afraid to have anything to do with him. Song Qingchun stared at the phone for a while before averting her gaze. She then got up to turn off the lights, lay back in bed, and closed her eyes.
