When Yu Yuehan arrived, Nian Xiaomu was in deep thought as she held onto her cell phone tightly.
Just like a drowning person clutching on to the last strand of life-saving straw.
When she heard the door knocks, she was so shocked that she sprung up from the bed.
She dashed to the entrance and pulled the door open.
Yu Yuehan's imposing figure was standing against the light outside the door.
He must have been worried about her, as he had rushed all the way here and a thin layer of perspiration could be seen on his chilly face.
It was the same for his nose too.
He supported the wall with one hand and knocked on the door with the other one.
He had even forgotten that he could press the doorbell instead of knocking on the door.
The moment he saw the trembling Nian Xiaomu, he reached out and drew her into his embrace.