After leaving, her phone buzzed just then. It was a call from Li Qingshen; he had arrived home. They chatted sweetly for a while before each hanging up and going to sleep.
Ling Momo awoke from a dream in the middle of the night. She had dreamt of Li Qingshen, and now she couldn't fall back asleep. She lay in bed, tossing and turning for a long time until she suddenly got up and started to get dressed.
It was 3 a.m. in the deep night. Ling Momo went downstairs. Aside from the dim streetlights in the neighborhood, everywhere was deadly silent, with only the occasional sound of summer insects. She walked to the neighborhood entrance in her high heels and waited a long while for a car to pass by. After some time, she finally managed to hail a late-night taxi.
Ling Momo got in and gave the address. With few vehicles on the road that deep into the night, they quickly made their way up the winding road to the Bihu area.
