After getting up.
Qin Wan made herself a glass of blood orange juice.
This was Yun Yang's favorite fruit, he said it was like drinking blood.
When he came to Ye City, he brought nothing else.
Just two boxes of blood oranges.
Just now when she woke up, she saw a message from Yun Yang, telling her the blood oranges were in the kitchen.
Sitting alone on the balcony's hanging chair sipping blood orange juice, Qin Wan reflected on what Su Zhicheng had said the night before.
It wasn't as hard to accept as it had been last night.
Maybe it was because of everything she had experienced over the years.
From last night until now, nearly twenty hours had passed.
She had calmed down.
Her phone screen flickered.
Qin Wan pressed the answer button, and Yun Yang's voice came through, "Mu Shaochen came to Qingyun Sound looking for you, I said you were not here, he just left."
"..."
She didn't speak.
She pressed her toes down hard, swinging the chair.