What Mu Ke wanted, what could comfort him, what could give him spiritual support was never sympathy, but can she give that now?
The car turned around at the airport, and Sheng Jiayu drove back again. After passing the toll station, she stopped at a roadside resting area and took out her phone to call Mu Ke again.
This time, someone answered. After two rings, the call was connected, but no one spoke.
Sheng Jiayu's heart suddenly tightened. Neither of them spoke, as if tacitly agreeing to keep silent.
After a full five minutes of silence, there was finally some movement on the other end: "I'll be back for Christmas."
It was a nonsensical sentence, and the man's voice was much hoarser than usual, even a bit shaky. Sheng Jiayu didn't know why, but she felt she understood Mu Ke's words, a slight bitterness in her eyes, her red lips tightened before relaxing: "Mm."
Then came the endless silence again.
The call lasted a full ten minutes, but the total words spoken were only eleven.
