Song Yan originally wanted to say something to Han Xi, but before he could speak, the phone placed on the sofa rang. He glanced at the screen's note, then walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with the phone and pressed the answer button.
"Brother Song Yan, wishing you a Happy New Year in advance, and... I miss you, really, really miss you. Do you miss me?"
A slightly naive voice came from the other end of the line, Zhuang Lian hesitated for a long time before gathering the courage to make this call. Ever since she confessed at the airport last time, she hadn't contacted Song Yan.
"Happy New Year, Lianlian."
Song Yan avoided the latter part of Zhuang Lian's question, only saying Happy New Year.
There was a moment of silence in the receiver, Zhuang Lian's fingers, placed on her lap, rubbed vigorously: "My family arranged a blind date for me, but I didn't go... I just want to be your bride."
