Wen Ran's mouth moved, but no sound came out. She just stared dumbly in the direction of the door; the familiar figure that used to be there was already gone, the footsteps in the corridor grew fainter with distance.
Because of the unclosed door, she could vaguely hear something being asked from the living room downstairs by Luo Haofeng.
Unable to see the situation downstairs, she could almost sense that Mo Xiuchen must have looked up towards the direction of the second floor before falling into a deathly silence.
She stood in the master bedroom, dazed, her vision blurring imperceptibly. Her fingernails digging into her soft palms, that insignificant pain was nothing compared to the torment in her heart.
The sharp ringtone of her phone reverberated in the quiet and sorrow-filled room. Wen Ran fiercely wiped her tears, took out her phone, saw the caller ID, pursed her lips, suppressed her sadness, and answered, "Hello, Xiaoxiao."
