Just as she was speaking, her phone rang. An Ziqi pulled out her phone, and at the sight of the name displayed, her hand trembled slightly.
Biting her lip, she eventually hung up.
Knowing full well there was no future, why persist in this futile struggle?
Perhaps to Xiao Moli, their relationship had only ever been a flirty game, one that she couldn't afford to play.
Only the bitterness that stuck stubbornly in her heart made her eyes sour with discomfort.
When the phone didn't ring again, An Ziqi couldn't quite identify the feeling in her heart. Was it loss? Disappointment? Sadness? She didn't know.
She put away her phone and chatted with her mom, Siqing, for a little while longer.
Her mother's leg still needed some more hospitalisation. She had slept for two hours on the plane this afternoon, so she didn't feel tired at all now.
After Siqing and her mother went to sleep, An Ziqi went to fetch some hot water from the outside.