Ever since Yun Qiluo left the Imperial City to shoot a movie, his mood had already been unsettled, and now Fan Yubing was here causing trouble, practically like walking right into the line of fire.
Yan Yan returned to the lounge, looking at the pillow and notebook Yun Qiluo usually used, as well as the snacks always prepared for her on the table, and couldn't help but think that if only it were his Little Gua in his office now, it would be perfect.
More than ten days had passed.
He found that he still wanted to see her.
Yan Yan never thought that he would one day be like a young boy, feeling restless if he didn't see her for a day, as if something was scratching at his heart.
He took out his phone, wanting to call Yun Qiluo, but then considered that she must be filming right now, and calling might disturb her, so he gave up.
Yan Yan threw his phone aside, leaned back on the sofa, and rubbed his temples.
It seemed he needed to find a way to see her sooner rather than later.
