Yan Xinxin heard Mira’s impatient voice coming from outside the door, accompanied by the sound of a key trying to unlock it.
She vaguely heard a "click" sound and thought the door was about to open, but the apartment door remained tightly shut.
Yan Xinxin walked to the door and tried turning the handle again, but it still wouldn’t budge at all.
"Yan Xinxin, why did you lock the door? Open it quickly!"
Mira’s annoyed voice came from the other side of the door as she pounded on it furiously.
Yan Xinxin furrowed her brow.
"I didn’t lock the door. I can’t even turn the handle from inside."
"How is that even possible?"
Mira immediately rejected that idea, her tone carrying a hint of sarcasm.
"Yan Xinxin, don’t tell me you simply don’t know how to open it?"
"Are you insulting my intelligence or yours? Do you really think I don’t know how to open a door?"
Yan Xinxin retorted, annoyed herself.
The other side of the door seemed to fall silent.
After a good while, Mira’s voice sounded again.
"Then in that case, I think the door is probably broken."
"Yan Xinxin, wait inside. I’ll go find a locksmith right away."
Hearing Mira say that, Yan Xinxin suddenly felt her earlier tone may have been too harsh.
"Well, thank you. I’ll wait here for you."
Mira responded with a long drawl.
Yan Xinxin let out a breath, her starry eyes lifting to gaze at the evening gown nearby. Thinking it over, she turned and walked toward the display window...
The second hand ticked slowly around the clock, one loop after another. Yan Xinxin glanced at her watch.
It’s already been nearly half an hour—still no sign of the locksmith?
Yan Xinxin began to feel restless. She took out her phone and opened the photo album.
The album was almost entirely filled with pictures of Yan Chenxi, along with some photos of herself and her son together. But the further she scrolled, images of little Chenxi started to appear, until finally, she came across a photo of all three of them—their family portrait taken during the climbing event.
Yan Xinxin’s gaze involuntarily landed on Mo Chuxi’s face.
The afternoon sunlight lazily lit up his sharp, handsome features. In the slender depths of his eyes, there seemed to be a faint hint of a smile.
Staring at him intently, Yan Xinxin’s lips slowly curved upward.
She gently raised a hand, almost subconsciously touching her stomach.
You’ll undoubtedly grow up to be a beautiful child.
Because your dad... he’s really, really handsome...
Yan Xinxin sat quietly, staring at the photo for a long time before snapping out of it.
"It’s really been so long..."
She stood up and walked toward the door.
Holding her phone, she suddenly wasn’t sure whom she could call.
But just yesterday, they had been arguing!
They were probably still in the middle of a cold war now, right?
Yan Xinxin thought about it, but she was starting to feel she couldn’t wait any longer. If she kept waiting , forget about styling her hair and changing into the dress—she wouldn’t even be able to accompany Mo Chuxi as his partner to the gala.
"I might as well just call him. It’s not like I haven’t called him before..."
Yan Xinxin muttered to herself as she made up her mind, promptly dialing Mo Chuxi’s number. However, no matter how many times she tried, the call wouldn’t go through—only a repeated notification of a failed connection.
Confused, she investigated further and realized her phone had absolutely no signal!
Yan Xinxin couldn’t understand and quickly stepped toward the door.
"Is anyone out there? Hello? Is there anyone?"
No matter how much she shouted or knocked, there was no response at all.
Watching the minutes tick away, Yan Xinxin was really starting to panic!
How was she supposed to get out now?