"Ziyi, it's me."
The silent autumn night carried Shi Xi's voice clearly into Mo Ziye's ears.
The chill between Mo Ziye's brows didn't lessen with her voice, instead, it intensified, even his breath was tinged with coldness.
During his days on the business trip, Shi Xi hadn't called him.
Even after knowing she went to the company to find Qin Qingqing, Mo Ziye never called Shi Xi.
He was waiting for her call to come in.
Days passed, and her call finally came.
Her voice was cautious, a guilty conscience from knowing she had done something wrong.
Mo Ziye didn't speak, slightly pursing his thin lips, taking long strides toward home.
On the other end of the line, Shi Xi couldn't hear Mo Ziye's response. After a few seconds of silence, she hesitantly called again, "Ziyi, are you mad at me?"
"You don't need to call me anymore, this is the end between us."
"Ziyi?"
The icy and merciless tone of Mo Ziye fell, and Shi Xi urgently called out from the other side of the phone.
