His eyelashes drooped down, and his long fingers traced the edge of the cellphone, the tips turning white, "Is your throat uncomfortable?"
"No, I was just reading the script with Lan Rong and I talked too much at once." Cheng Weiyue walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the dim lights of the North Suburb.
After all, it's a suburban area, where you can't see the lights of thousands of households, let alone shimmering lights.
On the other end, Zhou Jingwei didn't speak, so she said very softly, "I miss you a little."
"I know," Zhou Jingwei's voice was hoarse, "I miss you too."
Cheng Weiyue looked at her toes and asked, "The film crew is about to wrap up... Can we spend the New Year together this year, okay?"
Zhou Jingwei never promised things he was not sure of, so he said, "Little Yueliang, this New Year, I might not have much time to stay with you."
It was as expected.
