Dragging the suitcase, Qiao Mo took a last look at the room, her nose tingling with a hint of sadness.
In the end, she felt no more reluctance. She turned around, dragging her suitcase as she left.
Perhaps she shouldn't have had any more interactions with him ever since she woke up in the hospital, but unfortunately, she became infatuated with his embrace, sinking deeper and deeper.
Now, her wounds were almost healed. It was time to awaken from the dream.
...
At four-thirty in the evening, Fu Nancheng promptly called Qiao Mo.
The car was already on the road to her school, and it would only take about ten minutes to get there.
As soon as the call connected, a mechanical female voice came through: "Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently switched off. Please try again later."
His brows furrowed slightly, he looked at the phone and hung up.
After dialing again, the result was still the same.
