When she sat back on the sofa, her mood was completely quiet. She rested her forehead against the edge of the sofa and didn't want to speak anymore.
Eight years, perhaps the occasional loneliness of a day or two could be ignored in everyday life, but when certain things are stretched over a long period, the process feels unbearably difficult and painful.
Especially when she recalled the words he angrily shouted today while gripping her wrist...
Her thoughts slowly connected, and after some contemplation of those events, she turned on her phone and called Yu Wei.
When the call connected, Yu Wei sounded anxious, "Zixuan! Where did you go! Why did you turn off your phone?"
"Weiwei, my senior in Hong Kong called me over to help for the past two days. I was just crossing the sea, and there was no signal, plus my phone was dead."
"Is everything okay?" Yu Wei raised her voice slightly, "He Qimo just came to find you here, asking if you were around."
