Three months, it seems like a short period of time, but it feels so long when it actually passes...
"Why have you stopped talking??" Chen Yiran asked, as he noticed the sudden silence on the other side of the phone.
"Nothing..." Tianxin took a deep breath, looked up at the sthening sky, and gave the soft white clouds a sweet smile. "It's just three months. It'll pass quickly."
"Good." There was a strong gentleness in Chen Yiran's voice.
"Brother Yiran."
"Hm??"
"It's only three months!! You can't run off with someone else, okay!!" It seemed as though Tianxin had suddenly remembered something. She said into the phone in a worried tone.
Chen Yiran laughed, he nodded and promised the little person on the other side of the phone, "I won't run, I'm here."
"Okay, that's good..." Tianxin was about to say something when she heard her mother calling from the room:
"Tianxin, come and help me make dumplings!!"
