Sharp pain spread from his heart, making him clench his fist tightly as he stared at the WeChat interface.
What was she doing after she sent those messages every day?
Was she holding her phone, waiting for his reply?
Would she, after waiting, fall asleep?
In her dreams, would there be tears, soaking the pillow?
Upon waking up the next day, would she check her WeChat and find... that there was still no reply? How did she feel then?
Disappointed, sad...
So that's why she completely gave up five days ago.
But it wasn't that he didn't want to reply. He simply hadn't been on WeChat and hadn't seen the messages...
"General Xu?"
The voice of Su Ting, treading gently, brought Xu Mushen back to his senses.
He lowered his gaze, his fingers fumbling over the phone. He was going to reply:
[Haven't been on WeChat.]
But, after typing these words, he deleted them again.
It turned into: [Goodnight.]
And after having typed those two words, he suddenly felt he shouldn't send it.
