She laughed so hard she couldn't suppress the corners of her mouth and softly chided, "Wen Yangzhi, how can you be like this now?"
"What am I doing?" His handsome face remained expressionless.
"Aren't you usually stubborn?" she responded, both sweetly and shyly, "Why suddenly so smooth-talking?"
He didn't say much, his voice cold, "I really miss you."
His voice was devoid of emotion; Yun Yuwan even imagined him flirting with her with a poker face.
But he really did miss her.
Yun Yuwan was so embarrassed she feared her phone's sound would be overheard, and she said hesitantly, "I know, don't say it anymore."
Yet she secretly rejoiced.
Wen Yangzhi missed her.
Wen Yangzhi would miss her.
Holding the phone, she whispered, "I miss you too."
Yun Yuwan's voice, sweet and soft, filtered through the phone to his ear, barely alleviating the persistent nagging feeling of longing, akin to ants crawling over him.
