In the pitch-dark dormitory, the other roommates had already fallen asleep.
Han Yixiao stared blankly at the dark ceiling for a good while before silently taking her phone away from her ear.
She really wanted to send a few more messages to Zhang Cheng, really wanted to plead with him not to be like this, but as she held her phone and looked at it for a long time, she couldn't type even a single character.
...
Arriving in Shanghai, it was almost twelve o'clock at night.
Getting off the plane, Zhang Cheng felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. With his hands full and people crowding behind him, he didn't stop to answer it, and just went along with the flow, walking straight ahead.
Once inside the airport, Zhang Cheng realized his phone had stopped vibrating. Knowing it wasn't anything important, he went straight to the waiting area.
