The text message was from Jun Zeye, asking her if she was alright.
Mu Xiaoxiao buried her head in her knees and ignored her phone.
She was waiting. She believed that Yin Shaojie would return. He must be worried if she had eaten and would come back to look for her.
She would explain everything clearly once he returned. Yin Shaojie, come back soon. I'm waiting for you.
...
The next day.
Gentle, splendid golden rays of clear sunlight beamed past the snow white gauze shades onto the hand-crafted Italian rug.
On the bed was a curled-up lump.
The lump moved suddenly and a little head lifted. Its drowsy eyes looked around the room.
The room was empty and devoid of a familiar figure.
Mu Xiaoxiao's gaze sharpened instantly and her dark eyes misted over slowly.
Her heart throbbed with pain. He did not come back…
Mu Xiaoxiao suspected that she was still dreaming. This could not be happening. Yes, she must be dreaming.
