An Ziqi sat on the bed in her bedroom, tears blurring her eyes again as the phone in her hand rang, displaying a familiar name.
Xiao Moli, what should I do?
Remembering Bai Xinxin's words, she has less than three months to live.
The heartache nearly suffocates her.
She couldn't risk Ningning's life.
The phone in her hand rang and then stopped, only to ring again.
An Ziqi looked up at the ceiling, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall, her hand shaking as she pressed the answer button.
"An Ziqi, where are you? Why haven't you arrived at the company yet?"
On the other end of the line, Xiao Moli's voice was tinted with a hint of something after the call connected.
"Haven't you left home yet? Or are you still getting ready? Should I come pick you up now?"
Over the phone, Xiao Moli's words were surprisingly numerous, perhaps out of excitement or nervousness.
His voice carried a hint of worry and complaint.
