"I understand, Young Master."
After hanging up the phone, he placed it on the tea table in front of him. The wound was not only painful but easily brought on fatigue. Mo Shichen propped a cushion on the top of the sofa and rested his head on it, lying across the couch with half of his body.
Inside the bedroom.
As soon as Wen Yi entered, she collapsed onto the bed, letting herself sink deeply into the soft mattress. There was no more noise outside, and she didn't know if she had failed to hear the sound of the door, or if the man outside really hadn't left.
With her eyes closed, she just lay there on the bed, unable to describe how she felt right now, perhaps devoid of any feeling at all.
Only a few minutes passed, and the phone that had been left on the bed before she went to shower started vibrating.
