He was like that ocean, unfathomable.
She let the sea breeze blow over her for a long time, seemingly calming down a lot.
Later, she would wonder if he had some difficulties, maybe she should take the initiative to ask.
Or perhaps he was always waiting for her to inquire.
Though Xie Qinghuan was very busy, she still spent a lot of time on the phone with her, making Qiao Mo feel much better.
In the blink of an eye, a day had passed. Near dinner time, she hesitated for a moment, looked at the phone in her hand, and finally dialed his number.
The phone rang for a long time before it was finally answered: "Hello."
Even though they were the closest of people, in this instant, Qiao Mo felt a bit nervous, her palm gripping the phone was drenched with sweat.
After he simply spoke, there was an extended silence.
Qiao Mo's heart raced, as if it would leap out of her throat.
"You… are you… coming home for dinner tonight?" she asked somewhat nervously.
