"I'm downstairs, where's Ranran?"
In the early morning, when all is quiet, Bai Xiaoxiao had left the speaker on, Mo Xiuchen's voice, out of nowhere, intrudes into Wen Ran's ears. It makes her heart suddenly skip a beat!
Her clear and bright eyes open wide in shock, staring at the mobile phone in Bai Xiaoxiao's hand.
There is a moment of blankness in her mind before she registers what he has just said.
Bai Xiaoxiao, also startled, asks incredulously, "What did you say? You're downstairs? Which downstairs?"
"Outside Wen Family's villa."
Mo Xiuchen's voice is low and magnetic. Via the phone, it comes through clearly, like a sledgehammer, heavily pounding on Wen Ran's only recently recovered heartbeat, messing up its rhythm.
Her gaze moves to the French windows, her body stiff on the bed, immobile.
Bai Xiaoxiao looks at Wen Ran's complex expression and asks gently, "Ranran, Mo Xiuchen is downstairs, do you want to see him?"
He's really come to her house so late in the night.
