After a short while, the call connected.
A voice came through from Gong Xuan: "Have the relatives returned home?"
Lying on the bed, Wen Yan propped her face on her left hand and asked playfully, "Gong Xuan, have you been studying fortune-telling these past two years? Why is it that even when I haven't said a word, you already know what I'm about to say?"
Amused by Wen Yan's curiosity, Gong Xuan replied, "No one's simpler than you."
Having known Wen Yan for quite some time now, Gong Xuan had come to understand her well—she had no hidden agenda whatsoever.
If that weren't the case, he might not have liked her so much.
Gong Xuan called her simple, and Wen Yan, still resting her face on her hands, continued, "My parents have softened up. They don't oppose us being together anymore, so my aunt and the others just left."
On the other end of the phone, Gong Xuan said, "As long as we're of one heart, we'll surely be together."
