Qin Siyang had originally wanted to call her directly.
But it was too late now, and Wen Shu was probably already asleep, so he decided to send a text instead.
Qin Siyang held his phone in both hands, his thumbs slowly pecking at the keys. After half an hour, the message field was still completely empty.
[I saw on the School Forum that the Championship Tournament had ended, and that you led Southern Glory to victory. Congratulations!]
He stared at the message Wen Shu had sent him, feeling guiltier the longer he looked.
Qin Siyang sighed. "Ah, even after living two lives, I still get so easily troubled by a fluttering heart... Am I destined to be a Passionate Young Master?"
After thinking it over, Qin Siyang decided not to say too much, lest he annoy her.
So he replied: [Thanks! I'm fine. How about you?]
A few minutes later, his phone dinged.
Qin Siyang picked it up and saw that the message was from Wen Shu.
Wen Shu was still awake? She must have been too worried about his safety.
Although Qin Siyang did not know how Wen Shu had learned that he had been in danger, Brother Fei's description left no doubt that she knew.
Qin Siyang opened the message, expecting Wen Shu to chat with him a little. But he had underestimated just how brief she would be. Her reply was even simpler: just one word.
[Oh.]
Qin Siyang scratched his head.
She seemed to be in a bad mood.
So Qin Siyang once again thought hard, weighing every word of his reply to Wen Shu.
Meanwhile, Wen Shu put away her phone. Her face as cold as iron, she stood in a dim, unlit alley, staring icily at the figure before her.
The man chuckled. "Was