"I understand."
After he finished, there was another silence. As Lian Qiao was wondering if he was still on the other end of the phone, he seemed to sigh softly, his magnetic, deep voice filled with some indissoluble emotions.
"Lian Qiao, I've made you worry. You are pregnant, go back to sleep, be good, listen to me!"
"I can't sleep," Lian Qiao admitted honestly.
He wasn't at home, and she had another strange nightmare. Listening to his awkward speech, her heart was so uneasy, how could she possibly sleep?
A long, long time passed before the man spoke again, "Lian Qiao, I miss you too."
For some reason, hearing him seriously say he missed her made Lian Qiao's face suddenly feel hot. They had been together for so long, and he seldom spoke such cheesy words like missing and longing, not to mention the word "love" which she had always hoped for but he never uttered.
This time, when he said it with such caution, she liked it in her heart.
