Interrupted in her thoughts, Xia Wan'an glanced at the incoming call. It was from Han Jingnian. She didn't give it much thought and casually answered, "Hello?"
There was silence on the other end of the line.
Xia Wan'an frowned, "Han Jingnian?"
Xia Wan'an waited a while longer. Seeing that Han Jingnian still didn't say anything, she thought he dialed the wrong number. She pulled the phone away from her ear and hung up.
...
The evening hadn't yet hit nine o'clock, and Han Jingnian, who had pulled himself away from dinner, returned home. After bathing the kitten and changing its food, litter, and water, he too took a shower, but Xia Wan'an still hadn't returned home.
Unable to bear it anymore, he called her at exactly eleven ten in the evening.
He thought that once she answered the phone, she would remember something she had forgotten. But who knew, not only did she not remember, but she hung up his call without patience.
