I squeezed the business card in my hand, hesitating.
However, my father said, "All these years, Su Qi has been visiting us. The lad still misses you. It's been eight years. Don't you want to see him?"
Su Qi…
I stood on the balcony, dialing his number repeatedly before hanging up again. I held the phone in my hand and paced back and forth. Then I leaned against the windowsill, my eyes unfocused.
It had been eight years since I saw him.
He was probably caught off guard by my hasty departure eight years ago.
I was surprised that he had started his own company and was doing so well.
Some things are still the same, only people had changed.
I dialed the number again, but this time, I didn't hang up. Very shortly, the calm baritone voice of a man answered, "Hello, who is this?"
"Make a guess!"
"You are…"
"You don't recognize my voice anymore?!"
