Su Weiyi's fingers paused in mid-air, never lowering, as Sheng Yanxiao seemed very busy lately, rarely calling her, and seldom sending messages.
However, this was something He had told her before leaving, and Su Weiyi didn't feel disappointed. It's just that now, she doesn't know what to say if she picks up. In fact, right now she's inexplicably a bit afraid of facing Sheng Yanxiao, even across the phone.
The phone stopped ringing. Looking at the missed call, Su Weiyi felt an unprecedented sense of melancholy. Soon, the phone lit up again, this time with a message.
[Weiwei, I miss you.]
Her cheeks, illuminated by the phone's glow, were instantly covered in tears.
Su Weiyi held the phone tightly, her whole body curled up, one hand hugging her knees.
Once, she carefully guarded the secret buried deep in her heart, fearing Sheng Yanxiao would find out.
