Luo Xiaoqian sat on the bed, motionless.
Until the footsteps outside gradually faded away, and all other sounds quieted down, she quickly crawled to the side of the bed, reached out to turn on the bedside lamp, and carefully took out the note she had been gripping tightly in her palm.
The beautiful Chinese characters, penetrating the paper, bold and assertive.
"Xiao Qian, don't be afraid, I will come to save you. Leng Zimo"
Looking at the simple words on the note, Luo Xiaoqian's tears instantly streamed down her face.
She was immensely familiar with that handwriting—it belonged to Leng Zimo.
This note was written by Leng Zimo and handed to Leng Zirui, first to reassure her, and second to prepare her for leaving.
Because he worried she wouldn't recognize or trust something written by Leng Zirui, Leng Zimo made sure to write it himself.
But unexpectedly, due to unforeseen circumstances, Luo Ke returned, forcing the entire plan to be canceled.
