The next morning, Hua Jing woke up with a rare peace in her heart. She had slept like a baby in Fu Jing Rong's arms, his steady breathing and warmth wrapping around her like a cocoon. For the first time in a long while, the nightmares didn't chase her.
But the tranquility shattered the moment her phone lit up.
A call.
She frowned when she saw the unfamiliar number. This was a new phone—one she had barely given to anyone. Who could it be?
Hesitant, she picked up.
"Hua Jing," the voice on the other side was unusually soft, warm even, "let's meet up."
Hua Jing froze. Hua Ling.
Her first instinct was to hang up immediately, but she pressed the phone closer instead, her lips curling into a cold line. "No, thank you."
The gentle tone disappeared at once.
