After dialing Duan Yanhao's number, Bai Yaoyao was in a daze. Her heartbeat accelerated, and she abruptly ended the call.
She thought that she shouldn't keep bothering him like that. It was already late, so she ought to let him rest well. After ending the call, she leaned back and sprawled out on the bed.
She thought about her youth. She used to be a beautiful lady, and she was lively and reckless. After experiencing what happened with Xirong Ziye, her heart had finally settled after so many years. However, she no longer felt as brave when it came to her relationships. She had, indeed, become afraid. She was afraid that if she were to fall in love again, she would get hurt again.
All of a sudden, her phone rang, breaking into her reverie. She turned her head and straightened out her arm, but she couldn't reach it—her arm wasn't long enough. Since she didn't want to move at all, she just watched her phone's screen flicker while it rang.
