"Enson, same place, ten o’clock."
The sentence contained no more than ten words, clean and concise.
Without waiting for Ling Momo to respond, Li Qingshen promptly hung up the phone.
He went downstairs, took a shower, changed into clean clothes, deliberately sprayed on some perfume, drove to the city.
As usual, when Ling Momo arrived, Enson was already there, and the room’s lights remained off.
The curtains were drawn.
The room was pitch-black, so dark you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face.
The two were silent, neither speaking; he just focused on kissing her, doing what should be done.
Suddenly, Ling Momo’s phone chimed, a glimmer from Guangliang; it was a text message, and Ling Momo subconsciously opened her eyes.
Enson quickly grabbed the phone and tossed it aside.
When Ling Momo opened her eyes, the room was still enveloped in darkness.
Before she could ponder who had called, Enson once more pulled her into an unfamiliar sensory world, and she soon fell asleep.
Enson lay beside her, quietly listening to the woman’s soft, lingering breaths, remaining silent for a long time before gently getting up to dress.
Enson, relying on his memory, found Ling Momo’s phone, touched the screen, and saw there was a message.
He stared at the screen for a while, then glanced at the sleeping girl on the bed, his mouth curling with a hint of disdain and mockery, casually tossing the phone onto the empty spot, grabbed his coat, and turned to leave.
When Ling Momo awoke, Enson had already gone.
The room was spotless, her clothes neatly folded on the nightstand, her shoes tidily placed by the door.
Feeling puzzled, Ling Momo searched the room but found no trace of Enson, not even a hint of last night’s intimacy. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs nοvelfire.net
Ling Momo quickly remembered that at three in the afternoon, at SE Company, there was a competition for Myth’s new song.
Ling Momo swiftly got out of bed and found her phone. As soon as she turned it on, she saw a text message.
See you tomorrow at 12:30 p.m. at Carving Time Café, XX University — Lu Niange.
The girl’s face was stunned.
Lu Niange had asked to meet her.. after half a year, he actually wanted to see her..
Ling Momo’s hand suddenly clenched the phone, gripping it tightly and forcefully, the iPhone’s sharp edges cutting into her palm, yet she felt no pain.
Her eyes stung a little, felt a bit sore.
Back then, after everything that happened, he vanished, cutting off all contact with her, without a word.
He didn’t know how long she had waited for these words.. how long..
Ling Momo turned her head, looked out at the gloomy sky, which mirrored her chaotic and tangled mood.