Xia Qingyi thought that he was busy over work, so she was rather unhappy. He had not said a single word to her before he left for America, she did not know when he would return, and most importantly, he had not even brought back her favorite red bean cake.
Xia Qingyi did not sleep well that night, as though there was a huge stone in her brain pressing down on her, making her feel befuddled. In her daze, she felt her temples throb suddenly, she wanted to speak but she could not open her mouth.
In the morning, she was woken up by a loud noise of something shattering. She tore her eyes open, a thought suddenly clear in her mind.
She knew why Mo Han was going to America.
Xia Qingyi got up, and saw that a glass bottle near her window had fallen and broken into pieces scattered over the floor somehow, but she did not have the energy to clean up. She wiped the cold perspiration off her face, picked up her phone and called Mo Han.
