"And then you make the call, whatever you want is fine, I'll listen to you." Sheng Hanyu was succinct.
There were no sweet nothings, no grand promises, just a simple "I'll listen to you" was enough.
Sheng Hanyu always kept his word, something that had become deeply apparent in their interactions.
Shi Youxuan held out her little finger, wanting to make a pinky promise: "Keeping your word is a must, or else you're a puppy."
"Okay." He extended his finger to hook it with hers.
"Pinky promise, hang a hundred years, no breaking allowed!"
...
That very night.
"Sheng Hanyu, you broke your promise." The woman hugged the quilt, hiding in the corner of the bed, tears glistening in her large eyes, ready to roll down at any moment.
Her aggrieved expression made him incredibly heartsore.
The man said, "I kept it, I listened to everything you said."
"That's not right..."
The woman, usually so persuasive, was at a loss for words at a time like this.
