He left.
The villa was empty and silent.
Chi Huan stood with her back to the light, gazing at the quietness around her, feeling a vast emptiness inside, yet there was an unusual calm, a tranquility she hadn't felt for a long time.
The weather was good, indeed inexplicably uplifting.
...
Because the weather was nice, Chi Huan tidied up a bit after lunch and drove out for a drive and some shopping.
A little after four o'clock, when she came out of the mall and tossed her shopping bags into the trunk, she hesitated between buying some groceries to cook dinner herself or inviting Youran to join her, just as she took out her phone, it vibrated before she could unlock it.
She glanced at the caller ID—it was her agent.
With a press of her finger, she didn't hesitate to answer.
"Huanhuan."
Chi Huan got back into her car, her voice lazy, "What's up?"
