"Speak." The deep voice on the other end was like a muffled thunder striking Ye Ranran's heart, making her feel slightly breathless.
"I'm on my way back, don't worry, I'll be there soon." Ye Ranran took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice.
Jun Mochan didn't speak again, but he didn't hang up the phone until he heard the sound of a car outside.
He stood under the tree, the street light casting down on him, making his figure appear even more slender and his facial features as if painted, but his face was filled with worry and concern, pulling him down from the heavens to the mortal world.
He was just an ordinary man, worried about his wife.
Not as aloof as others imagined, nor as unworldly.
As soon as she got out of the car, before the door was even closed, Ye Ranran was embraced tightly in his arms.
He slammed the car door shut, then scooped Ye Ranran up in a princess carry and walked up the stairs.
About five minutes later, One finally left.
