Having returned home, Ji Xinghuo, after washing up, lay in bed and thought a bit before sending Zhao Manying a message: "I'm home."
A second later, he received a reply: "Okay."
It even came with a cute emoticon.
A smile appeared on Ji Xinghuo's face, and he continued to type on his phone. He was going to say goodnight, but they ended up talking about other stuff. His phone kept pinging non-stop, and before they knew it, they had been chatting for hours, seemingly with endless topics to cover.
Not until the sky began to lighten did they reluctantly bid each other goodnight.
After sleeping for about three or four hours, Ji Xinghuo got up feeling energetic and instinctively reached for his phone, which, indeed, had a new message: "I'll be handling some private matters with the team this morning and will be training at the club in the afternoon until about five o'clock. Let's have dinner together then."
"Five o'clock..."
