Zhuo Yuqing returned from the mountain, and there was an unread message on the phone on her bed. She hurriedly picked it up and opened it; it was sent by Bai Chengxi.
"Are you asleep?" These simple three words seemed to carry a lazy breath with them.
Both of Zhuo Yuqing's hands were covered in soil from digging holes; she quickly washed her hands and held her phone, replying swiftly: "Not yet, why aren't you asleep? You have a flight tomorrow."
"Can't sleep." Bai Chengxi leaned against the headboard, without closing the curtains, quietly staring out and suddenly felt a bit reluctant to leave the city tomorrow.
Zhuo Yuqing quickly replied: "Why can't you sleep, are you too excited about going back tomorrow?"
Bai Chengxi stared at the text for a while,
Holding her phone, she kept looking at these three words and the more she looked, the more she felt joyful.
