Was it because Qiao Xiaon'an was drenched in water, or because the wind was too strong, she couldn't help but shiver, her visibly pale fingers held the flashlight, failing to maintain a firm grip.
She bit her lip and murmured, "Weiwei, don't take the call, don't."
No, if she doesn't pick up, Amo would be worried.
She quickly retorted, "Tell Amo that I am with you, let him not worry."
While saying so, her teeth were chattering with cold, creating a clinking noise.
Ye Weiyi looked at Qiao Xiaon'an.
Qiao Xiaon'an also gazed back at Ye Weiyi.
The two stared at each other in silence for a moment.
"An'an." A gloomy-faced Lu Yichen suddenly broke the silence, "You must tell Yun Mo the truth."
"No, I can't tell him. I'm sure I'll find the ring tonight, I promise." her teeth were still clattering.
In the early autumn night, drenched and exposed to the chilly wind, she was chilled to the bone.
