"Take care of yourself."
"Hmm."
"Let's hang up, lest he discovers it!" Despite his reluctance, Shen Mosheng still took the initiative to end the call.
Otherwise, if the only means of contact were gone, Yingying would be frightened, and he wouldn't be able to comfort her.
"Shen Mosheng..." Clutching the phone tightly, Han Yingying couldn't bear to put it down, couldn't bear to let that pleasant voice disappear.
"What is it?"
"It's nothing, don't work too hard." The words "I miss you so much," after being turned over and over in her mind, ultimately Han Yingying could only swallow them with a sense of helplessness.
She dared not say them, fearing it would enrage Ye Haofan, fearing he would harm Shen Mosheng.
"I know. Wait for me obediently. Also, I miss you, very much!"
"Me too!"
Miss you, very much, wishing I could fly to your side right this instant.
