The next day when Xiao Mo went to work, he knocked on Xia Chuqing's door.
"Time to get up," he said softly.
However, there was no response from the room, so he knocked a few more times.
Having taken her home last night, he spent the whole night but still couldn't figure out why. Was it because Xu Chaomu asked him to take care of Xia Chuqing? Not exactly.
Xu Chaomu had only briefly mentioned before to take a little care of Chuqing.
After her last departure, each time he returned home, he couldn't help but recall the scenes of dining with her and how she curled up and slept on his sofa.
So much so that later, when he couldn't help looking at the sofa and saw it empty, he felt a tremendous sense of loss.
Many times, feelings are a peculiar thing.
He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this way.
Like now, knocking and calling her to get up, something he had never done before.
