Tang Wan woke up again, thinking she was at home. With her eyes closed, she reached for her phone by the bedside but hit the lamp post instead, startling her eyes open and returning her sense to reality.
She turned her head to find herself completely alone, reaching out, she realized the bed had long since grown cold.
She turned on the light and propped herself up with both hands, only then noticing a note pinned under the telephone on the nightstand.
[I went to send off Uncle Zhou. When you wake up, call Jiang Cuo to bring you breakfast, or just wait for me to return.]
Tang Wan's head buzzed and exploded with realization. Zhou Zhongqing had flown out of the country this morning on a flight at 9:15. She glanced at her phone; it was already 8:50. How could she have slept so late?
Even if she hurried to the airport now, it would be too late.
