Late at night.
The bedroom was pitch-dark.
Qiao Ruoxin lay on her side on the bed, enfolded in the arms of the man behind her.
Her back was pressed against the man's chest, listening to his steady breathing.
Qiao Ruoxin couldn't fall asleep, would Simon just let her go like that? Obviously not, but his inaction made her feel very anxious.
She glanced at Mo Chen, who was asleep behind her, then gently removed his arm from around her waist.
Lifting the blanket, she quietly left the bed.
Qiao Ruoxin took the cell phone that Mo Chen had forcibly swapped out and went alone to the terrace.
The night breeze was gentle; she stood in front of the railing, gazing at the starry sky, deep in thought.
After a long while, she made the call to Simon's phone.
It connected quickly.
"You're calling me voluntarily for the second time, how unusual,"
Qiao Ruoxin spoke calmly, "Can't you... let me go?"
"Can't," came the crisp and clear reply from the other end of the phone.
