The loud ring of a mobile phone just happened to ring at this moment.
Mo Xiuchen's eyes briefly went blind. His fingers, immersed in the darkness, blindly landed on the answer button. When the ringing stopped, his heart sank, he loosened his hand, and the phone fell back onto the bed.
His lips tightened—a moment of emptiness washed over him. He had no idea who had called, nor what to say, so he said nothing.
On the other side of the phone, Gu Kai's voice, though unclear, resonated with a touch of worry: "Mo Xiuchen, are you alright?"
Mo Xiuchen's headache was still severe. His phone had fallen back onto his bedsheet and he didn't dare to pick it up again, fearful that he'd accidentally press the hang-up button. With a forced calm, he managed to say, with a modicum of calm in his voice, "I'm fine."
