Bai Yiran shut the door and windows expressionlessly.
She wasn't the kind of woman who indulged in sentimentality, clutching at the past.
What was in the past, remained in the past.
After washing up, Bai Yiran finally had some free time to rest, so she checked her phone while doing a facial mask and caught up on two episodes of a TV series.
The WiFi at the guesthouse was surprisingly smooth, and the soundproofing was excellent—she hadn't heard a single noise.
At two in the morning, Bai Yiran finally decided to put her phone away and go to sleep.
Just then, her phone vibrated. "Bai Bai, are you asleep?"
It was Zheng Yunhao.
Bai Yiran didn't respond to him. What was he thinking, sending messages in the dead of night?
Ignore him.
She closed her eyes again and was just about to fall asleep when another message came through. "If you're asleep then never mind."
Bai Yiran got so annoyed she instantly went ballistic, "Zheng Yunhao, if you're sick, get treated!"
