She pressed her lips together, debating whether she should be worried. Haoyu still wasn't back.
Not that it was any of her business. He was had a system. He could handle himself. But the last time he had stayed out this late…
She shook the thought away and took another sip of her now lukewarm coffee. It wasn't her problem.
Lingquan stretched lazily beside her, his tail flicking. [Still want to watch another movie? You keep staring at the door like some worried mother.]
Qingran snorted. "Mother? I'm just wondering if I should lock the door and leave him outside."
[Cold-hearted.]
She shrugged, but even as the words left her mouth, she felt the weight of uncertainty pressing against her chest.
Had something happened?
Her fingers hovered over her phone for a second. She could text him. Just a simple "Where are you?" wouldn't hurt. But she hesitated. If he wanted to come back, he would.
She wasn't going to hover over him.
