At 10 a.m. the next morning, Xiang Wan was awoken by a call from her mother. She reflexively rolled out of bed and ran to the bathroom to answer: "Hello?"
An Yunhua sounded slightly surprised: "You're up early. Don't you like to sleep in when you're at home? Tell Xingyun to come have dinner at our place tonight."
Xiang Wan was about to speak when she inadvertently caught sight of herself in the mirror.
She'd been in such a rush that she hadn't taken the time to throw on a piece of clothing, and her neck was densely covered with love marks left by Zuo Xingyun last night— at first glance, it looked as if she had been abused…
Not hearing her respond, An Yunhua clicked her tongue: "What are you doing?"
"Uh… nothing, Mom, I'll tell him, and if he's free, he'll come over, if not, then forget it, that's it, gotta hang up now."
After ending the call, she carefully examined herself in the mirror, and thought, He must have been taking his revenge, right?
