As the first ray of morning light shone, Leng Yan opened his eyes.
Afraid Nuannuan would see his car, he parked it at the entrance of Tongxi District.
Leng Yan checked the time and pressed the intercom number for Tong Xi's house repeatedly, but no one answered. He frowned in confusion, returned to the breakfast shop at the entrance of the district, and dialed Tong Xi's phone, bracing himself for her expected torrent of angry words.
To his surprise, Tong Xi didn't scold him, but what she said was even more alarming than he had anticipated.
"Hello, you don't need to deliver breakfast to me today, I'm not home."
Tong Xi glanced at the number, assuming it was the breakfast shop delivering food to her. Her drowsy voice came through, making Leng Yan's head buzz, his blood freezing: "You're not home? Tong Xi, isn't Nuannuan with you?"
His heart raced uneasily: "Did she not contact you yesterday?"
