Chu Mengyao lay in bed, her expression numb, tear stains still moist on her cheeks, sadness enveloping her.
"Bad person, where are you? Come back to me quickly." Chu Mengyao murmured between sobs, holding her phone. She sent message after message, but Ye Fan's phone was off. Unable to reach him, she stubbornly sent texts urging Ye Fan to show up soon.
During this time, her parents had called too, but she hung up without answering and didn't even look at their messages of concern.
All she wanted now was to hear from Ye Fan; her parents' comfort, she did not care about.
She couldn't connect to Ye Fan, yet she dialed again and again.
Her phone rang once more, this time it was a call from Zhao Shiyan. After a moment of hesitation, she answered, sounding dejected, "Hello, Shiyan, what's up? What made you think of calling me?"
Zhao Shiyan's caring voice came through, "Mengyao, what's wrong? Do you have a cold?"
