Cheng Jia stared at her phone for a while, realizing that she could not wait any longer for Mo Xiuchen to take the initiative to reach out to her. Instead, she had to actively seek him out and make her feelings clear.
She was willing to follow his advice, correct her faults, and start all over, hoping he'd see her in a different light.
Yet, her calls rang once, twice, but no one answered.
With each ring, her heart tightened as if being jerked by a rope, the discomfort escalating until the dial tone abruptly cut off, snapping the taut rope.
Pursing her lips tightly, she rose to her feet, went into her room, chose the prettiest dress to wear, and carefully applied her makeup at the vanity before leaving with her bag in hand.