Bo Yan canceled all his plans after posting on his blog, telling the company he needed a day off, and just waited at Qingcheng Apartment.
Thinking Siyu might be hungry, he made her favorite sandwich with a poached egg.
He also brewed a big pot of coffee for himself, arranging two cups.
Two sandwiches, two cups of coffee. Bo Yan sat on the sofa and waited.
He waited from dawn till dusk and into the deep night, but Xia Siyu still hadn't returned.
Later on, Bo Yan awoke with a start from his sleep, got up from the sofa, and checked the time on his phone—it was one in the morning.
Xia Siyu still hadn't come back.
But that was normal, artists like them spinning like tops every day. If he hadn't canceled all his plans today, he would probably be at an event himself from nine in the evening until eleven, then driving back home, arriving around this time.
