Compared to the warmth and sweetness of Gu Weiwei's home, Luo Qianqian was totally distracted when she did not receive any reply from Gu Yun Che throughout the entire day.
Even at night, she could not fall asleep.
The phone number was pressed in again and again, but she did not make a call.
It was two in the morning and she had been suffering from insomnia for almost three hours.
She stared at the number on the phone, sighed and was about to put it down to sleep.
But her hand slipped and she accidentally made the call.
Unexpectedly, the phone was not switched off, nor was it not in the service area. Instead, it was on.
After a few rings, the call went through.
A familiar voice arose. "It is you, Qianqian?"
Shocked, Luo Qianqian could not speak properly.
"Yes… it is me."
"I received your message," Gu Yun Che said.