Su Miaomiao felt completely exhausted, both mentally and physically. After sending that voice message to Xie Yuan, she turned off her phone and flopped onto the bed.
She wrapped herself tightly in the blankets, cocooning herself into a little caterpillar.
In the suffocating embrace, she fell into a deep sleep.
She woke up at half-past two, drenched in sweat.
She climbed out of bed, took a shower, and changed into clean pajamas.
Groping for her phone on the nightstand, she turned it on, and the voice messages from Xie Yuan began to pop up one by one.
"Miaomiao, I was wrong. Please pick up the voice call, okay?"
"Désolé."
"lo siento."
"entschuldigen sie."
"Прости."
"I'm sorry."
The last one, she clicked to open.
"Sorry."
In the stillness of the late night, his voice was deep and magnetic.
Was it Su Miaomiao's imagination, or did she actually detect a hint of doting?
She slapped her own head and tossed the phone aside.
