When they were young, Jian Luo, Tianlin, and Shanshan would often come to stay in Y Country, and Jian Luo had reserved a room for each of the three.
Even as they grew up, that room was still kept for them.
Night fell, and after dinner with Munch and a few others, Xi An'an returned to the hotel. Looking at the empty room, her longing for someone burst forth like a floodgate had been opened.
Glancing at the time on her phone, it was already 8 o'clock. She wondered if he had eaten lunch yet.
As she was thinking, by the time she realized it, she had already dialed Quan Tianqi's phone.
The man's magnetic voice was deep and gentle, "Missing me?"
Xi An'an stood at the window, her fingertips playing with the delicate dewy petals in the vase.
"Have you eaten?"
Quan Tianqi let out a laugh, "I've eaten. How about you? What are you doing?"
Xi An'an curved her lips, "Had dinner with a few friends, just got back to the hotel."