"Fan Fan! How are you doing?" the next day, Mo Yifan opened his eyes and heard a very familiar yet strange voice. His head hurt. Where was he again? How did he get home last night? Wait, did he and Chen Waan not have a very difficult conversation yesterday? What happened? Had he passed out?
He abruptly opened his eyes and got up. His head ached even more, he clutched it with both his hands. He looked around, the blurry scene was definitely his own room. Did she carry him all the way here. 'Ugh, you weakling! You made that poor girl carry you all the way here!' And then, all the images from last night flashed through his mind. The dialogues, his own desperate face and her disappointed eyes. Had she cried yesterday? He made her cry once again, didn't he? How could he doubt her loyalty towards him? 'Way to break her heart, you moron!'
