In the endless darkness, the ringing of the telephone made Lin Fan open his eyes and removed his hand from between Chang Wanyun's curled-up legs. The moment he felt the phone, his sleepiness vanished because the name displayed on the caller ID was unexpectedly Zhu Zhixuan.
Many years ago, they had exchanged phone numbers and added each other on WeChat, but they had never chatted from beginning to end, nor had they ever called each other. Only occasionally, during the middle of the night, would he look up her WeChat from his contacts and glance at her Moments.
After yesterday's incident, their relationship could be said to have gotten closer, especially during the moment she lay on top of him, protecting him—Lin Fan had felt warmth in his heart. But if one were to say they had grown distant, that was also true, considering he had sent her husband to prison. Even if she didn't hate him, her in-laws and her own family certainly would.
