Huo Yanmei had lived for so long, but in the end, she had obtained nothing.
Tang Mo'er stood at the window for a long while until it was late at night. The rain continued pattering outside.
A melodious cell phone ring tone sounded as she received an incoming call. She picked up her phone and saw that the call was from Mr. Gu.
He was calling her.
Her long lashes quivered and she answered the call. "Hello?"
A maid's voice could be heard from the other end of the call. "Sir, your clothes are wet. Please dry yourself with this."
Gu Mohan did not say a word.
The call was still on but he remained silent.
Tang Mo'er could almost hear his breaths. It came in slow puffs, calm and clear. She felt as though there was someone squeezing her heart as it throbbed. "How… how are you holding up?"
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Thousands of miles away, the Gu Family Residence in the Capital.
