In her mind, a jumble of chaotic thoughts intertwined, with no clear main line, all of them emerging without logic.
But undoubtedly, they were all related to Ya Tianxing.
Uncertain how much time had passed, Mo Shangjun turned on her side and groped for her phone on the bedside table with squinting eyes.
The phone screen lit up.
She was planning to send a message to Ya Tianxing, but upon logging into WeChat, she found the group chat of the second team was active.
The messages were on the screen, visible only when clicked. Mo Shangjun hesitated briefly before taking a look.
Unexpectedly, they were discussing the photo she had sent earlier.
It was late, but because today was Friday and there weren't any training arrangements for the weekend, there were a few night owls playing with their phones.
