When Ye Ling woke up the next day, it was already noon.

The sun hung high in the sky, but it still couldn't let in half of the light because of the tight curtains drawn in the room.

She rubbed her aching body, which had slept on the cold hard floor all night, and her head was only a mess, and her thoughts were tangled together, and she couldn't get any results.

Bite.

The phone in his pocket suddenly buzzed and vibrate, as if it seemed extremely urgent.

Ye Ning frowned slightly, but still took out her mobile phone and glanced at it, there were more than a dozen missed calls on the lit screen, as well as a lot of messages sent to her by Cheng Luoluo.

【Lemon baby? Why don't you answer my phone, ahhhh

[You won't really forget such an important thing, I reminded you before you left last night.] 】

[Senior Xiubai's basketball game is at 3 o'clock in the afternoon! ] It's noon, you haven't gotten up yet, have you? 】

[When the time comes, Senior Xiubai will be snatched away by other girls! ] 】

【Lemon Baby...... Why ignore me. 】

[Is something wrong with you, I'm so worried. 】

【Lemon baby? 】

After reading the last message, Ye Ning rubbed her temples with a little headache, and she could feel Cheng Luoluo's anxious expression across the screen.

But.

After his fingers touched the cold screen, he froze.

This is an inevitable chasm between him and her, but the funny thing is that in the face of all this, she can't talk about it.

Or rather.

Asking for help is ridiculous in itself.

Ye Ning hooked her lips helplessly and glanced at the time in the upper right corner of the phone.

12:30 p.m.

I hurriedly changed clothes and washed up in the bedroom, but I was stunned the moment I pushed the door open.

The soft light of the sun shone brightly in the empty living room, and the occasional warm breeze or two leaking through the window swept across her face.

On the table next to the kitchen are bread wrapped in jam and yogurt dripping with water, and a piece of pink sticky note paper is pressed under the plate.

Ye Ning walked over with a slight pressure on her breath.

[Remember lunch, I went out.] 】

It reads like this.

Everything was so orderly, it seemed as if last night's depression and dead silence were just a deep nightmare.

And at this moment, the dream woke up.

Ye Ning couldn't help but feel that her eyes were sour, but she quickly came to her senses, and there was a breathtaking smile flowing under her eyes, dyed with the bewitching red at the end of her eyes.

She thought.

Why not choose to believe him.