Su Qingnuan had been conflicted for a long time. Unconsciously, the sky had already turned dark.
After dinner, there was still no sign of his return—not even a phone call.
Her fingers hovered over the phone directory, shifting back and forth, but never pressing the final number.
Call or not call?
After wrestling with the thought for a while, Su Qingnuan ultimately put the phone down.
Since Fu Yihan hadn't informed her, then let it be. Perhaps he didn't care about the matter at all.
A trace of self-mocking laughter emerged on her lips, and Su Qingnuan laughed softly to herself.
Focusing on her own responsibilities was what truly mattered. As for Fu Yihan...
Closing her eyes, Su Qingnuan told herself it was probably just a fleeting concern for him at best.
That night, Su Qingnuan lay alone in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Images of him kept flashing through her mind, but she couldn't grasp them.
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