Just as Xia Siyu spoke her last word, the clock struck twelve, ringing out behind her.
The solemn and reverent chimes, "dong dong dong dong dong," each strike caused Bo Yan's eyes to brighten a bit more. When the last chime faded away, Bo Yan curved his lips into a smile, "I'm so happy."
In fact, his mood had been off all day. They had been apart for a little over a week, and Xia Siyu hadn't even sent him a WeChat message, nor had she called. The last message she sent him was about that nonsensical rumor involving her and her biological brother.
In the days that followed, there was not a single message from her.
In love, the one who falls deeper is the one who gets hurt more, and that's how Bo Yan felt at the moment. Although Xia Siyu had grown to like him now, she had liked him back then too, yet she had been able to detach herself faster than anyone. He himself would post his status on Moments or Weibo every other day, as if to say: "Wife, please pay attention to me."
