Yue Xiaoyang's voice sounded strange, but Gong Xiaoyu didn't notice. She was so flustered that she forgot what she wanted to say.
"Xiaoyu, I'm listening."
Here, under the scorching sun, Yue Xiaoyang asked the nurse to draw the curtains. The room was as dark as night.
There would be no more sunlight like this for him in the days to come.
The call she was making to him now was his only ray of light in this period. Yue Xiaoyang knew this was their last conversation.
He would no longer have the right to call her name like this from now on.
Gong Xiaoyu asked, "Did you receive my message?"
She was unwilling to end this relationship quietly; it was her three years of youth, after all.
No matter what, she had to hear his answer.
Yue Xiaoyang said, "I received it. You want to break up with me."
