Clearly, tonight is not a peaceful night. There's crying in the room next door, and Bi Xia's room is not calm either.
Chu Wu sits expressionlessly on the sofa, biting his lip while watching the TV playing a skit opposite him. The phone is held to his ear, but both sides are unusually silent.
The man's breathing is steady on the other end of the phone, and Chu Wu seems to feel its scorching breath. Suddenly, Chu Wu softly says, "Feng Zhihuai, I actually envy Little Nine."
"...."
Chu Wu smiles, "Although the time between her and Fourth Brother hasn't been long, they live like an old married couple, without keeping anything in their hearts. Unlike us, we've been together for so many years. Although I feel quite happy, every time I guess what you're thinking, it's especially tiring. After a while, I start to doubt whether you really like me."
