Mo Yinhe missed Si Mingjing. Although it had only been three days since he had left, he felt it was longer than an eternity.
He asked, "Do you miss me?"
Si Mingjing smiled without responding.
Mo Yinhe then cursed over the phone, "Heartless thing."
Si Mingjing raised an eyebrow. "If I'm a thing, what does that make you?"
Mo Yinhe replied, "I am not a thing!"
Si Mingjing laughed at that, a hearty laugh.
Such a laugh, like a peony in full bloom.
Qu Liushang, who was conversing with others, caught sight of her smile and suddenly clenched his wine glass tightly.
Qu Liushang guessed she was on the phone with Mo Yinhe. She was laughing so happily, it stabbed at Qu Liushang's eyes, and he wished he could make her that happy.
After laughing for a while, Si Mingjing asked, "When will you come back?"
"The day after tomorrow," Mo Yinhe said.
In reality, he was already at the airport and planning to return. He had compressed a five-day trip into three.
