Ying Jing handed the phone to Bai Mengyao, signaling with her eyes if the other wanted to talk to him.
Bai Mengyao took a deep breath, her eyes misty. After a moment, just when Ying Jing thought she might not have the courage, Bai Mengyao raised her hand and took the phone handed to her.
Gently putting it to her ear, she softly said hello.
Suddenly hearing her voice, Xu Cheng'an was momentarily stunned.
His smile suddenly became tinged with bitterness.
"Bai Mengyao."
"Hmm." She tried hard to appear indifferent, but her trembling voice betrayed her. "I heard you woke up, as a... as a friend, I wanted to ask if you're okay now."
"Not too well," he replied, bowing his head. "The wound still aches."
Is that so?
Even with just that light remark, her heart tensed up.
"Then you should have a doctor check it."
He chuckled lightly, seeming to sense her anxiety. "Okay."
