บท 237: 094 Pull the Yin Soul

9 a.m.

Having returned from the maple woods and not even four hours into his sleep, Chen Hao was woken up by the insistent ringing of his phone.

After struggling for a good while, Chen Hao finally opened his eyes, feeling an intense headache and extreme discomfort. He rolled over to look at the nightstand, and upon seeing the flute lying beside him, he couldn't help but think of Ye Yuqiao, which only intensified his anguish. His head felt like it was about to explode and his chest was seized by waves of tearing pain.

"Yuqiao," Chen Hao, caught in his agony, could no longer hear the phone still urging him on, "where have you gone? Do you really not want to see me again?"

After ruminating for a long time, Chen Hao finally came to his senses and reached for his phone.

Seeing that it was a call from Ren Deshan, Chen Hao immediately thought it must be some bad news. Just as he was preparing to call back Ren Deshan, he hesitated. He suddenly found he had no motivation to do anything.