Qiao Mo kept him company, talking for quite a while until Chenchen finally drifted off to sleep.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, a hint of worry flickered in Qiao Mo's eyes.
...
Two days later, Qiao Mo looked at the familiar roses on her desk but couldn't focus on her work.
The situation with Chenchen kept her uneasy, leaving her with no motivation to work.
After a moment's hesitation, she decided to talk to Fu Nancheng that evening.
Yet, at the end of the workday, he was nowhere to be seen.
Qiao Mo let out a faint breath and dialed his number.
"Xiao Mo." His low voice came through the receiver.
"I need your help with something." Qiao Mo got straight to the point.
"Nightless City, 5888."
He spoke briefly as usual, and after Qiao Mo acknowledged it, she hung up the phone.
Qiao Mo took a cab straight to Nightless City.
Standing in front of the magnificent gate, she felt a bit lost.
She hadn't set foot here for years, yet memories were everywhere.
