Mo Ziye gave Mo Xin a week's time.
Consider it a final chance because of the bond they've shared since childhood.
During this week, Mo Xin stayed in a hotel, not daring to disturb Wen Ran at the Mo family.
After a rain, winter arrived this year, and the temperature dropped rapidly.
For Qin Qingqing, however, this winter felt warm.
Because she no longer led a lonely life in a foreign country, her heart warmed, and so did her body.
On Friday, Qin Qingqing finished the design diagram she was working on when Mo Xin's call came in.
Seeing the caller ID, a hint of surprise flashed in Qin Qingqing's eyes, and she waited for a few rings before hitting the answer button.
"Hello."
She picked up a cup of water and brought it to her lips, her voice as calm as water.
In contrast, Mo Xin's voice carried a hint of stiffness, "Qingqing, are you free now? Can we meet? I have something to tell you."
"If you have something to say, just say it over the phone."
