This voice...
Duan Xingzhi opened his mouth, but no words came out. There were so many things he wanted to say, so many longings to express, but when it came to speaking them, not a single word could be uttered. His throat felt sealed, dry and parched, and he could only manage to squeeze out a hesitant, "Xiao Bai..."
The breath on the other end seemed smooth, yet there was no reply. After a moment of silence, a voice finally said, "Hello, President Duan."
"Xiao Bai, where are you? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I'm in B City."
"Are you free? I'll come to find you now." Duan Xingzhi said urgently, wanting to rush to his beloved, whom he hadn't seen in years, to see if she was living well now.
"I... It's too late now, it's inconvenient."
"How about tomorrow?"
"I have to work tomorrow."
Duan Xingzhi persisted, "Then let me take you out for lunch tomorrow."
