The next day, the sun shone brightly, playfully filtering through the curtain onto the bed.
Cheng Xiaohua opened her blurry eyes, rolled over, and turned her back to the sunlight.
She smacked her lips and remained confused for quite a while before noticing the bed opposite… was empty.
Cheng Xiaohua: ???!
She hurriedly picked up her phone to check the time. It was seven in the morning, local time. At this hour, Jinxia surely couldn't have gotten up to buy breakfast yet.
For a moment, her mind raced with many disturbing images—kidnapping, imprisonment, lightheadedness, all surged in without warning, leading to an uncontrollable bout of imagination.
"Ding dong ding dong ding dong…" Suddenly, a cellphone rang in the room, waking Sheng Yan immediately, who then picked up the phone.
"Hello?" The man's deep, mellow voice slowly came through, making Cheng Xiaohua shiver. That voice… was it Sheng Yan?!
"Is Jinxia there…"
