Meanwhile, An Yiqing was blissfully unaware that she had been flagged as a person of interest. With Gu Tingting's chattiness resembling that of a jubilant magpie, An Yiqing's afternoon passed by without too much boredom.
As the sun set, casting a warm yellow glow across the land, the outline of a crescent moon began to emerge on the horizon. Gu Yelin expertly drove to the dormitory building where An Yiqing resided, and picked up his phone to call the number he had memorized several times over.
"Hello?" A soft and melodious voice, akin to that of a oriole, gently flowed into Gu Yelin's ear, slowly warming his cold and profound black eyes.
"This is Gu Yelin."
"Ah?" He could picture the little woman on the other end of the line, her surprised expression delightful, which made him smile with amusement.
