Mo Chuxi's fingers froze mid-air, suddenly taken aback.
This voice, he couldn't be more familiar with.
And this voice he had missed all day long, possessed a magical power that swept away his gloomy mood.
At this moment, he only felt relaxed.
However, Mo Chuxi didn't let a smile show on his face, instead he spoke coolly and distantly.
"Decided to come back?"
"I've been back early, waiting all along for Xixi No.1."
"..."
Did he hear it wrong?
Was it an illusion?
Was Yan Xinxin actually talking to him?
How could it be with such a coquettish, even charmingly delicate tone?
Mo Chuxi was feeling incredulous when he vaguely saw a silhouette walking towards him.
Just as he was able to see clearly the person in front of him under the corridor light, his body bent, followed by the sound of a door closing.
The room had no lighting, only a faint glow cast from the street light outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
In a daze, he seemed to see white snowflakes drifting down.
