"It's not that serious, no need to apologize." Xia Siyu looked down at her toes and chuckled softly, "Just have him fix my car."
Yun Lih was silent for a few seconds, his voice becoming deeper, "Alright, bring the car to the Cloud Hotel tomorrow, and I'll have him handle it."
Possibly worried that Xia Siyu might say something nonsensical again, Yun Lih hastily said goodnight and ended the call.
Xia Siyu took the phone away from her ear, feeling that she certainly wouldn't sleep well tonight.
Yun Lih's illness, Yun Lih's voice, everything about Yun Lih...
Xia Siyu abruptly closed her eyes, tossed her phone aside, and ruffled her hair, "So annoying."
She hated her own persistence, even somewhat despised it.
She decided to let go, decided not to interfere anymore, decided to treat him as just a friend.
But when Yun Lih appeared, all these resolutions seemed to crumble.
