The moonlight was indifferent, the night dark and windy. Qiao Xia sat alone wrapped in a small blanket beside the bay window on the second floor, gazing at the blurry night scene outside.
This was destined to be a sleepless night.
The darkness was thick and heavy like a ghost spreading its dark wings, as if it wanted to swallow her soul.
The entire space was vast, dark.
Only a few cat meows could be heard outside the window.
Her husband would be getting married tomorrow.
The abrupt ringing of the phone, like a death knell, suddenly leapt into the dark space, bringing a particularly tense feeling. Qiao Xia was stunned for a moment, then picked up the phone—it was actually a call from Mu Liang.
At one in the morning, he actually called her.
As soon as she answered the phone, Mu Liang's rough voice came through, "Moron, idiot, stupid woman, why do you have to affect me? Why do you appear in my head..."
"Get out, don't stay in my head..."
"Out..."
"Out..."
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