Su Yue's heart missed a beat. Her blaming words were stuck in her throat.
She clenched her phone and held her breath, keeping quiet.
On the other end, Ming Ansheng said nothing further. A sad song played in the background.
Other than restaurants, Su Yue had never been to any other entertainment outlets, so she didn't know where Ming Ansheng was.
When she heard the song, she felt like crying even when the tears on her eyelashes hadn't dried yet.
"Sleep early."
After a while, Ming Ansheng piped up, helpless and devastated.
Without waiting for her reply, he hung up.
Su Yue stared at the screen.
'Yueyue, I miss you. Can you come out?'
'Bang!'
"Ah…" The phone slipped through her fingers and fell on her face. She came to her senses and cried out in pain.
The heavy phone fell on her cheekbone and it felt as though her cheek was burning in pain. "So annoying."
