Half a month, Mo Xiuchen silently repeated to himself in his heart.
Ranran, wait for me for half a month, and after half a month, I will come to find you, and we will never be apart again.
He took out his cellphone, the screensaver was a picture of Wen Ran, her smile as beautiful as a blossom, her eyes twinkling like stars, gazing at him, as if saying, "Xiuchen, I am waiting for you."
He was reminded of those nights full of loving affection when he would tease her, holding her in his arms, pressing her beneath him. Whenever this happened, she would laugh and beg for mercy, tenderly crying out, 'Xiuchen, stop,' or 'Xiuchen, I am really tired.'
"Xiuchen, take a rest for a while. There is traffic at this time, and we probably won't reach the airport for about twenty minutes."
Gu Kai, seated next to Mo Xiuchen and watching him stare intently at his phone screen, felt a pang in his heart and gently spoke aloud.
