Chen Mumu closed the trailer door behind her and leaned against it, letting out a long sigh.
The humor she had displayed during her exchange with Chen Xu earlier had completely evaporated.
Though the verbal sparring had helped release some of the anger bubbling inside her, now that she was alone, the emptiness returned.
She walked to the small vanity table and sat down, her eyes catching her reflection in the mirror. Her makeup was still intact, but her eyes looked tired, almost haunted.
With a heavy heart, she reached for her phone, the familiar weight of it both comforting and burdensome.
Her thumb hovered over Xu Jingli's name in her contacts. The anger and confusion she'd buried resurfaced.
Why hasn't he called?
Her thoughts spiraled, pulling her into a chasm of doubt. Xu Jing Li had always been there for her—his presence, even when it was complicated, had been a constant. But now, he had disappeared entirely.