That night, as usual, Wen Ran took a bath then lay in bed sending messages to Mo Xiuchen.
Having carefully composed her messages and sent them out, her emotions were indescribable: chaotic, complicated. It had been eight days since Mo Xiuchen left for D Country. Though she received daily updates about him, her longing for him was unwavering.
Having sent her messages, she returned to savor those messages sent to her by Mo Xiuchen the previous nights. Lost in thought, her phone's ringtone suddenly blared out.
Seeing the caller ID, Wen Ran pursed her lips, hit accept, and spoke in a calm voice, "Hello, brother?"
The call was from Wen Jin. As her words fell, Wen Jin's voice came through the phone, low and warm, "Ranran, the results are out."
Wen Ran's eyes lit up with joy, "How did it go? Is everything normal?"
"Two products out of the bunch are not so normal; the rest are fine."
