After all the noise and commotion, Qiao An was tired.
Mu Jingxi gently stroked her smooth hair, his eyes filled with indulgence, and even his voice was unusually gentle, "Have you made up your mind?"
"What?" A soft voice tinged with heavy drowsiness.
"Which day to register for marriage?"
Registering for marriage...
Why is he bringing this up again? Can we never get past this issue...
Qiao An's eyelids closed, and she fell completely asleep.
The next day, early morning.
The phone on the bedside table rang as if it were a matter of life and death.
The two, sleeping in each other's arms, were awakened by the abrupt ringtone.
"The phone..."
"Mhm." Mu Jingxi opened his eyes, stretched out his arm, and picked up her phone.
He glanced at it, no number saved.
It was a Beijing number.
He pressed his thin lips together, didn't tell her it was her phone, and answered it.
"Qiao An, your daughter is in my hands."
Time seemed to stand still.
Frozen in that instant.
