"Hum—"
Just as the film ended and Qin Youxuan was still unable to calm her excitement, her phone rang.
She glanced at the caller ID and her body jolted.
"Jin Chenye?"
"Were you surprised to get my call?"
Jin Chenye's voice was as gentle as ever, carrying a faint scholarly poise.
Almost instantly, Qin Youxuan could picture his current expression in her mind, surely standing by a windowsill, one hand bracing it, the corners of his mouth holding a faint smile.
"... Yes, quite unexpected. I thought I'd see you in the United States."
Qin Youxuan only hesitated for a second before recovering to her usual self, then teasingly replied.
"Something's wrong with your voice, have you been crying?"
Jin Chenye sensitively picked up on the nasal sound in her voice and asked with concern.
Qin Youxuan shuddered, perhaps affected by the video from Qin Mo, unable to suppress the sorrow at the bottom of her heart.
"I watched the DVD Dad sent. Made me miss home."
