Returning home past 9 p.m., Qingran just wanted to go to bed after quickly freshening up, when her phone, which wasn't turned off, started ringing on the nightstand.
In the darkness, Qingran reached out for her phone, squinting at the caller ID—it was a call from Ruan Ruan.
Her fingers slid to answer the call, placing the phone to her ear, she lethargically asked, "Ruannuan, what's up, calling me this late?"
"So late?" Ruan Ruan's voice betrayed her unmistakable surprise: "Daran, what on earth happened to make you think after 9 o'clock is late?"
Past 9 o'clock isn't exactly late, but Qingran felt exhausted tonight after the day's competition hustle and Xie Ying'an falling ill in the evening; she was physically and mentally drained and just wanted to sleep.
Ruan Ruan, the chatterbox, had already opened Pandora's box: "Daran, haven't you missed me in the two days we haven't seen each other?"
Qingran smiled helplessly, grudgingly admitting that she did miss her.
