"It's nothing." On the other end of the phone, Jiang Yisheng leaned against the soft couch, gazing absentmindedly at the night view outside the window.
"Cousin, did Jiuliang receive the letter?"
Li Mochan grunted in response, "He received it. Have you really thought it through?"
"Heh."
A desolate laugh concealed deep sorrow, "I always thought I could act willfully, but now I realize I can't afford to be willful, nor am I allowed to be. I have no choice."
Li Mochan frowned, speaking gently, "I can arrange for you two to meet."
Upon hearing this, a spark of light ignited in Jiang Yisheng's eyes, but it quickly extinguished.
"No need." He declined the offer.
"Cousin, just let Jiuliang pass my message."
Covered in injuries now, if that person found out, it would just add to the misery. The longing, the reluctance, all had to be hidden away.
