"Go!" Mu Xiangwan laughed, and for a moment, both of them were silent.
She thought about it and realized it had been more than a month since they last met. Unable to contain her longing any longer, Mu Xiangwan suddenly called out his name.
"Hm?" Su Chaoyang responded softly, his voice as gentle as if he was whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
"When... can you be free and come back?" she asked.
"Why? Can't stop thinking about me?" teased Su Chaoyang, his tone playful and soft.
Mu Xiangwan flushed, embarrassed. She fidgeted, a faint blush coloring her cheeks, but deep down, she really wanted to see him. To embrace him. In a mosquito-like whisper, she admitted, "I miss you."
Su Chaoyang's heart was buoyed by these words. They washed over him like a sweeping promise of springtime, melting ice, touching his heart profoundly.
