This winter was destined to be a turbulent season. Outside, the first winter rain since the season began fell softly. Cold wind rushed into the room, leaving only the sound of breathing inside.
You told me, you’re lying to me, right? You must be playing me, definitely looking down on me because I didn’t listen to you, so you deliberately scared me.” An Ke’s mouth raised a tragic smile, unwilling to face reality, constantly muttering to herself: “Must be lying to me, definitely…” The phone rang by chance, and An Ke suddenly came to her senses, pushing away Jun Hao and grabbing the phone, calling out “Brother Xuan” in a heartbreaking tone.
The worried voice of Pei Xuan Yan came from the other end of the phone: “An Ke, are you okay?”
An Ke almost choked out: “Brother Xuan…” As soon as the three words came out, her trembling body slowly slid down, and tears like a burst dam overflowed from her eyes, unstoppable.
Jun Hao timely embraced her falling body: “Quickly call Lin’s wife over.” He didn’t know how terrifying his expression was at this moment. Leng Xiang was stunned beside him. She never thought she would see Jun Hao with such an expression, fear and worry occupying his entire heart. She came back at the wrong time, or perhaps she shouldn’t have come back at all. There was still no shadow of him in his eyes, and an inappropriate sense of loss spread in his heart. She, Leng Xiang, believed she wouldn’t lose to the woman before her, but why did she feel she had no hope at all.
When An Ke slowly awakened, what entered her eyes was Jun Hao’s enlarged pupils. He gently brushed away the hair from her forehead: “It’s good that you’ve woken up.”
An Ke’s eyes rolled, trying to find another figure, then closed in disappointment: “Has Brother Xuan come?” She still remembered Pei Xuan Yan telling her on the phone that he would come to find her immediately.
