Chaomu also fell silent as she quietly watched outside the window. The sunlight, like scattered gold, covered the ground with a warm golden hue.
Neither spoke, and an endless silence ensued.
It was a long, long while before Xiao Mo finally broke the silence.
"Chaomu, if there's nothing else, I'll hang up now," his voice was lifeless and low.
After saying that, he hung up the call without waiting for Chaomu's response.
Chaomu was startled—what had Xiao Mo just called her? 'Chaomu'? She paused, puzzled. He had never called her that before.
That afternoon, Chaomu sat on the balcony, unable to eat anything—she just drank a glass of milk.
The exhibition was the day after tomorrow, and Shen Chi had said he would take her with him, but now, did he still want to take her?
Bai Man's image lingered in her mind, impossible to shake. She wasn't someone who dwelled on things, but now, it felt like something was stuck in her heart.
