Ji Shunuan watched the man's departing figure, and it was a long time before she withdrew her gaze.
The air in the bedroom was filled with Bo Jingcheng's faint scent of tobacco. For some reason, it was especially invigorating.
Ji Shunuan rubbed her temples, casting aside those strange thoughts.
She picked up her iPad and remained silent for a while before picking up her phone to call An Linlin.
"It's me," Ji Shunuan spoke decisively, her voice low, "How's your injury? Is it serious?"
An Linlin felt cared for and immediately smiled, cooing, "I just have a few scrapes, it's nothing. If you invite me to eat now, I would crawl over."
"It seems my guess was not wrong," Ji Shunuan said, her eyes dark and unclear.
The two had known each other for years, and An Linlin immediately sensed something was off.
She became alert, setting aside her joking demeanor.
"What's wrong?" An Linlin's heart immediately tightened.
