With trembling right hand holding the phone, Wen Yan listened to the lively background on the other end of the line for a while before she absentmindedly hung up.
Maybe it was just a joke at the dinner table, maybe her sadness was unnecessary.
But she still felt upset, she couldn't help but think of that girl's crisp laughter, and think of her talking about going to the secretary's office for work.
Gong Xuan seemed quite tolerant of her, too.
For a moment, Wen Yan's mind was a bit messy; she thought a lot and also denied a lot.
Sitting on the sofa with her phone, Wen Yan was very confused, recalling many past events, feeling that she had still taken things too lightly, that her heart was still moved.
When it was nine-thirty, she looked up at the wall clock, seeing that Gong Xuan had not returned and had not called to say when he would, Wen Yan's heart suddenly calmed down, not so sad anymore.
