Ling Momo lay wearily on the bed, gently closing her eyes as tears slowly trickled down.
After crying for a while, Ling Momo drifted off to sleep, though not very restfully, and woke up in about half an hour. It was evening, and the blood-red sunlight streamed in from outside the window, tinting the entire room a shade of red. Ling Momo stared blankly at the white ceiling for a moment before picking up her phone. She found no messages or calls from Li Qingshen, which made her feel a slight sense of disappointment deep down.
During her relationship with Li Qingshen, they had never argued and got along well. Even if there were occasional minor misunderstandings, those so-called misunderstandings were just her little girl dilemmas. Li Qingshen would always call or text to soothe everything.
But now, several hours had passed without any message from Li Qingshen. Perhaps this time, he was truly upset!
Should she call him?
