She couldn't concentrate on reading anymore. Tossing and turning in bed, her mind was filled with complex, entangled thoughts. It took a long time for her to fall asleep, which didn't happen until deep into the night. Eventually, she dozed off, the blankets arranged haphazardly around her.
Mo Shiqian quickly calculated the time difference and called her at eight in the morning, Lancheng time.
The phone was on silent, lighting up beside the pillow, while the woman was still deep in sleep.
In Paris, it was around two or three in the afternoon. He sat in his stark office, pinching the bridge of his nose, head bowed as he looked at the phone that had automatically hung up. He didn't know if she hadn't woken up, or if she just didn't want to answer his call.
In the end, he slowly composed a text message and sent it.
He had just put down his phone when his office door was knocked upon.
"Come in."
