"Mmm, a little, not too serious."
"You're such a good girl."
"Ah? What do you mean?"
Li Guang took a drag of his cigarette and asked with a smile, "Does your phone not have a calling feature?"
"..." Fu Ying clutched her phone, whispering, "It does, but I was afraid of clinging too much to you, bothering you, and I did message you on WeChat, right?"
The moonlight outside the window was bright and clear. Li Guang leaned against the windowsill, pinching the cigarette with fingertips, surrounded by swirling smoke. His eyes and brows lowered, stray hairs on his forehead casting shadows, his voice low and slow, tinged with a smile: "So how many WeChat messages have you sent me?"
Fu Ying instinctively uttered an "Ah," thought for a moment and said, "I don't remember, but I send you good night messages every day."
"Anything else?"
Fu Ying: "No, that's it."
The line went silent, he suddenly stopped speaking, leaving Fu Ying feeling a little panicky.
