She didn't understand his meaning, but still replied politely, "Thank you!"
Then, she put the phone aside and began to replay his radio drama—
Actually, she knew every line, where the laughter was, where the sighs were, by heart.
But she just wanted to listen to his voice...
Especially when she went to sleep, only listening to his voice could she fall asleep.
Ye Zheng—
Are you doing well in Heaven?
Have you forgotten about me?
——
Time passed quickly, and in a blink, two weeks had gone by.
During these two weeks, Huo Junting disappeared from Yuan Yumeng's sight once again; he seemed very busy.
But in a way, this was good. Not seeing him calmed her emotions, at least she didn't need to be cautious with him.
In the afternoon, Yuan Yumeng sat cross-legged in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, bathed in lazy sunlight, with a whole tray of cherries in front of her, eating them one by one, very slowly—
