Through the door and window, Zi Ruoxi saw Qiao Muyun asleep on the bed, and her heart was filled with indescribable emotions. She took out her cellphone, found that number—something that weighed heavily on her, full of pressure—and didn't know how to call it or what to say once she did. For the first time, she felt as if the sky was going to collapse, and tears welled up in her eyes with worry.
Finally, she sat motionless on the chair outside the door for a while, taking deep breaths to steady her emotions. Now was not the time to lose composure, much less to cry and vent. It was as if Zi Ruoxi had made some sort of resolve, her bright, watery eyes suddenly grew much darker.
No matter what, she had to save Brother Qiao Muyun...
By now, it was already ten o'clock at night. Zi Ruoxi finally took out her cellphone again, and this time, she dialed that number without hesitation.
"Hello..." A voice with a dense magnetic quality came from the other side.
