Having settled at the restaurant table, Xiang Wan opened her phone and saw that, in its silent tranquility, not a single message awaited her—a fact that left her feeling somewhat dejected.
Recalling how Zuo Xingyun had come home last night with blood on his clothes and refused to explain why, she worried that something had happened to him. Thus, she stepped into the restroom to give him a call.
The phone rang for a while before it was answered, and Zuo Xingyun's voice was as gentle as a stream breaking through the ice of early spring, "Hello."
"Where are you?" Xiang Wan wanted to know his whereabouts.
"At the office, why? I won't be home for dinner, I've already called home," Zuo Xingyun said with patience.
Hearing the quiet in his background, Xiang Wan's worries eased. "It's nothing, I was just asking. Try to come home early tonight, don't be too late."
"Okay," Zuo Xingyun paused before adding, "You too, come home early. See you later."
