Zuo Xingyun looked at the cold words on the phone screen, helplessly massaged his temples, but now he couldn't back down, nor could he show weakness in front of Xiang Wan. He had to be the dominant party, otherwise, everything would become uncontrollable.
His slender fingers danced swiftly across the screen, and soon he sent a message: I'll be there in twenty minutes.
Seeing that he was determined to come over, Xiang Wan had no choice but to turn off the lights early and lie down in bed. She didn't want to face him, nor did she know how to.
She naturally couldn't fall asleep. Instead, she was more awake than usual, keenly aware of the noise from Zuo Xingyun's arrival downstairs, including the muffled sound of his footsteps as he ascended the stairs.
She pulled the blanket over her head, preferring to feel a little suffocated rather than show her face.
When she heard the sound of the door being knocked, she ignored it. Soon after, the door opened, and Zuo Xingyun walked in.
