The phone rang for a long time before Gu Nanqiao answered it.
After picking up, she asked weakly, "What's up?"
"I've made dinner for you, it's in the fridge. Just take it out and heat it up," Huo Jingting's deep voice came through the phone, "Are you feeling any better?"
"Mm, much better." Gu Nanqiao replied with a tone that wasn't heavy, speaking insincerely with a blank expression, "I just ate a while ago."
Huo Jingting held the phone, resting his head against the back of the chair, "Get some more rest, if you're in a bad mood, go to sleep."
"Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Gu Nanqiao tossed it to the side.
She got off the sofa, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, pulled the curtains shut with a cold smile, allowing herself to sink into a world of shadowed darkness.
...
As the city lights began to glow, at the Fu Mansion.
Qin Jiaran dipped a cotton swab in medicine and gently wiped the wounds on Fu Lingfeng's face, "It's almost healed, there shouldn't be a scar."
