"Stay down there; don't move. I'm coming down, coming to see you, to apologize, okay..."
Gu Xiao didn't hear Ling Hanxiao speak; her emotions became frantic, like a headless fly.
"No need, I'm not downstairs. You're drunk; you should rest early tonight..."
"Ah!"
Ling Hanxiao had been staring intently at the delicate figure by the window; just a moment ago, he noticed her spinning around on the spot, and then suddenly, he heard a painful cry from her.
It seemed she had bumped into something, and her figure quickly vanished from the window.
"Gu Xiao? Xiaoxiao!" Ling Hanxiao called out with worry: "Where did you bump into, answer me."
After waiting for a moment, he faintly heard Gu Xiao's sobbing: "Brother Hanxiao... it hurts..."
Ling Hanxiao's heart clenched, and he looked up at the apartment window again, just as his cell phone signal cut off.
At that moment, his worry overshadowed everything else.
