Oh god. He had said that she was his very reason for living.
Still, Qian Meng knew that she had to tell him right away. She had to tell him that she was in love with him even if it paled in comparison to what he had shared with her. And she had to do it in person.
She put the paper down and scrambled across the bed to get to her phone, where it was charging on the nightstand. She ripped the cord out and let it fall away as she hopped off to the bed and went to dial for Mo Qingchen's cell.
She paced back and forth anxiously in front of the French doors that led out to the balcony while she waited for him to answer the call. It rang a couple of times and just when she was about to scream from frustration that he might not answer, he picked up.
