Ye Anran wiped her hands clean with a warm towel, picked up her phone, and while eating, she sent off a message.
"Thank you, Shike," her fingers moved slightly, and after inputting a few characters, she gently deleted them and replaced them with a different message, "I am very happy, Shike, and I hope that you can also find your own happiness."
No sooner had she sent the message than Mo Shike replied almost immediately.
"Then, Anran, I have a small request."
Ye Anran was slightly taken aback and sent a question mark in response.
"Can we still be friends?"
For some reason, through the text, Ye Anran could sense the anxiety and restlessness that Mo Shike felt while sending this message.
Friends...
Could they still be friends?
Could former lovers really become just friends? She truly didn't know.
Her fingers hovered over the screen, sliding gently, and for a very long time, she didn't respond to him.
Eventually, not knowing what to say, she put down the phone.
