In the conservatory, Bai Yin sat wrapped in a mink coat, clutching her phone. She was filled with anxiety; there were ninety-nine-plus missed calls, and the screen was a sea of crimson.
Her Luoluo, her Azhu—neither had answered a single call or returned a single message for days. It was as if they had vanished from her world, leaving no trace behind.
"Where on earth have you gone? Are you in danger? Are you safe?"
Chapter 146