Jun Mochan didn't say when he would be back today, and she didn't dare to call him, could only wait at the door.
And she waited until eleven o'clock at night.
"Madam, why don't you give the master a call?" Mrs. Wu looked at Ye Ranran's lonely figure, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
Ye Ranran shook her head: "No, I guess he's almost back."
Jun Mochan has never come back so late, he has also never gone a day without calling her.
Only when he neglected her did she realize how terrifying a habit can be.
She was already used to his omnipresent gentleness.
"You go to sleep first, I'll just wait here."
Mrs. Wu gave her a look, wanted to persuade her, but in the end said nothing, let out a sigh and left.
At half past eleven, Jun Mochan's car appeared at the door, Ye Ranran wanted to approach, but she lacked the courage.
From afar, Jun Mochan saw her standing alone in the dark night, her skirt flaring in the wind, like a fallen butterfly.