She opened the window, feeling the biting cold wind outside, the icy air rushing into her nostrils, which strangely gave her a refreshingly clear feeling.
She lit a cigarette, letting the smoke roll out of her lungs, much like her longing for Tang Yan.
Jin Mo chuckled to herself, thinking if she missed him, she might as well just say it, especially since she and Tang Yan were now officially boyfriend and girlfriend.
She stared at Tang Yan's profile picture, mesmerized, and made the call, her heart fluttering with each echoing ring.
The other end was very quiet, Tang Yan's voice was somewhat hoarse and carried a sleepy nasality, childlike, not at all like the Tang Yan she remembered.
After confirming several times that she hadn't dialed the wrong number, Jin Mo finally dared to ask, "Are you sleeping?"
"Yeah, is something wrong?"
Tang Yan's voice was deep and carried a heavy laziness, making one's heart tingle.
