It was Enson.
The call had ended, but Ling Momo still held the phone to her ear.
Enson's call was like a bucket of cold water being poured over her head on this freezing winter day, instantly sobering her up!
She stood rigidly in place and couldn't move for a long while!
She had actually forgotten about Enson!
During these days, as she uncontrollably admitted to herself that she had fallen in love with Li Qingshen, she had completely cast Enson out of her mind!
Ling Momo wanted to breathe but felt somewhat powerless. She slowly brought the phone in front of her and saw many unread WeChat messages. She clicked through to find that Enson had sent her many messages.
She opened them.
"Goodnight, sweet dreams," accompanied by a smiling emoji.
"Goodnight, bundle up, it's getting colder tonight."
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight, it's windy tonight. Close the windows, cover yourself with the blanket, don't catch a cold."
...
There was one each day, never missed.
