「Bufan Bai: 'Voice' 60s·」
「Bufan Bai: 'Voice' 60s·」
「Bufan Bai requests a voice call.」
「You have hung up.」
「Bufan Bai: Come on, Lin Li, turn on your mic, turn on your mic!!!!」
「Lin Li: 'Zhen Zidan Emoji' (Look, he's getting anxious again.)」
Lin Li hadn't clicked on these voice messages at all; he could easily imagine what nonsense would come out of Bufan Bai's mouth again. Though everyone is swearing at virtual mothers online, there's no need to get close just to get scolded.
Sixty seconds is the limit for WeChat, not Bufan Bai's limit.
Probably not just his voice alone; clicking it open would be a thrilling ensemble from their dorm room.
「Bufan Bai: The dawn's first light, the evening's emerald glow; the rosy mist seen at twilight, like dusk on a hilltop.」
Bufan Bai suddenly decided to write a poem for himself, expressing his longing for home through descriptions of natural scenery.
Lin Li ignored.
