I just sit in the living room, half-watching the news while my eyes keep darting to my phone. It's already past eleven.
I want to call him. Badly.
But… no. Not now.
If I call, I might ruin his party mood. He's surrounded by colleagues, new friends, people who'll see him as serious and professional. And here I am, waiting… missing him… desperate.
He'll probably come running the second he knows I'm missing him. And that… that's not the best impression for the modeling world.
So I sit. I wait. I stare at my phone. And sigh.
Adult Yunhua knows patience is key. But teen Yunhua inside me? She's stomping her feet, whining, and glaring at the empty apartment like it owes her company.
Time passes—or maybe I just drifted off—because the next thing I know, my eyes snap open. The TV is still droning on, news looping like a broken record. I glance at the clock: past twelve.
And my phone? Silent. No call. No message.
Okay, that's enough.
