She remembered crying many times during the night, her tears soaking his pillow.
The scene before her was the most familiar, yet he was no longer there.
She remembered while packing her things, Xiao Mo's mother barely said a word to her. It was only after her repeated pleas that Xiao Mo's mother agreed to let her sleep there.
She asked for nothing more, only that Xiao Mo's mother would not drive her away.
As dawn was breaking, she drowsily caught a few winks and, in her sleepy haze, first heard the sound of a dog barking.
The sound was so much like Guai Guai's barking, Xia Chuqing thought she was dreaming.
But the puppy barked a few more times, and in her blurry state, she seemed to hear Xiao Mo's voice!
She was particularly sensitive to his voice, and yes, without a doubt, it was his voice.
She drew back the curtain; there he stood downstairs, graceful and elegant, with a gentle smile, like a celestial being. Guai Guai was jumping around at his feet.
Xiao Mo, it was him!
