She had just sat down when a yellow, withering leaf fell from the tree in front of her, prompting her to take a second look. At that moment, the voice she wanted to hear came through the receiver.
"An'an."
A gentle voice, an intimate nickname.
A sense of deep familiarity surged in her heart, causing a slight tremor at her heartstrings, but she couldn't remember exactly when it had happened. Ji Anning was slightly startled and then spoke softly, "Uncle, have you been drinking?"
His tone clearly carried a hint of tipsiness.
Ji Chicheng hummed softly, saying indifferently, "I'm entertaining. I'll call you when I get back."
"I miss you..."
"I miss you..."
Almost simultaneously, both were taken aback, their hearts stirred.
Ji Anning clenched her phone tightly in her hands, a sweetness spreading in her heart as if it were coated with honey, while the lingering terror from her father's emergency scene inconspicuously faded away.
"Don't drink too much, go to sleep early."
