The phone showed that it was Mu Yuchen calling. She stared at the phone for quite a while before answering it. Mu Yuchen's low and gentle voice came through from the other end. "Why did it take you so long to pick up? Are you home yet?"
Upon hearing his sensitive voice of concern, she immediately felt a sourness in her heart. She sighed softly before answering with a raspy voice, "No."
Just with one word, he could already hear her unhappiness. "What's wrong? Who made you unhappy now?"
When he did not hear her answer, he continued, "Didn't Zitong bring you to the hospital?"
She did not answer him and just held onto the phone as her eyes flickered between darkness and light.
When she did not answer after a long while, he frowned and commanded, "Speak, Xiaye." He turned around in his chair to look out at the city ablaze with lights out his window, yet his heart started to feel uneasy for some reason.
