Bedroom, living room, and even the study, then the kitchen. Behind the curtains, even outside the window, Su Ziceng searched everywhere. The sunshine lit up half of the room, but there was no sign of Pello.
Her mind was still a bit muddled. After pausing for a few seconds, her gaze landed on the coffee table in the living room, hoping to find a note or message telling her where Pello had gone.
"I must have been too sleepy," Su Ziceng sat down on the sofa, "Pello had to catch a flight today, I should have told him yesterday that I was going with him to Europe, but I don't know what time his flight was?"
Her voice weakened, not knowing the time of the flight, Pello hadn't told her when the plane would take off.
"Maybe he told me, but I forgot," Su Ziceng muttered to herself, she had been too busy lately, "Maybe there's still time to make a phone call."
She made a phone call, but this time it wasn't unanswered; it was turned off.
