Wen Ran lies alone on the spacious bed, looking at the vacant spot next to her. There is no familiar embrace or warmth, no tender and enchanting smile, and no deep, magnetic voice.
The once cozy master bedroom suddenly feels empty and cold. She recalls that not long ago, when she moved back to the Wen family house, Mo Xiuchen lived here alone. She wonders if he felt as lonely and upset as she does now.
Being accustomed to a life of two, being pampered, cherished, and loved by someone, and being used to seeing that person every moment of the day and night, suddenly being left alone, she felt a chill creeping into her body from all directions, penetrating every pore, and focusing on her heart. The chill made her shiver.
While lost in thought, her cellphone cuts through the silence with a sudden ring.
Seeing the incoming call, Wen Ran smiles and presses the answer button: "Hello, Xiaoxiao."
