After Lin Qian finished speaking, she left, not even looking back at Gu Moyang.
Wearing ten-centimeter-high shoes, she quickly entered the apartment.
Gu Moyang watched her as she disappeared from his view.
Why didn't she admit she was Lin Qian?
Or perhaps their fated connection had come to an end?
Gu Moyang drove away, ultimately arriving at the ocean.
The autumn night wind carried a hint of chill, and a few distant stars twinkled in the sky.
He felt an indescribable melancholy; he had the sense that Lin Qian was hiding many things from him.
He took out his phone and scrolled to Jiang Xiaonan's number, dialing it directly.
After taking a shower, Jiang Xiaonan was engrossed in reading a book.
When her phone rang, Jiang Xiaonan felt a jolt in her heart.
The call from Gu Moyang had a special ringtone, different from anyone else's.
She glanced at the time—it was almost ten. Why was he calling at this hour?
Had something gone wrong with his dinner with Lin Qian?
