The disappointment in her eyes deepened; she always felt that something was missing in her relationship with Long Teng!
"Are... you... still... busy?"
Wen Jiaren quickly typed out four words with an added question mark, then thought better of it, deleted them, and rewrote a different message: Long Teng, will you come over tonight?
After she wrote it, Wen Jiaren stared at those words for a long time, but ultimately deleted them.
In her memory, Long Teng never liked her asking too many questions. Even though she really wanted to see him now, wanted to know what he was doing and whom he was with, she obediently sent out a simple line: Long Teng, good night!
She stared at her phone for a long time without receiving a reply, then put it back under her pillow.
After lying back down, Wen Jiaren couldn't fall asleep for a long time. The face of that mysterious man tonight and his voice kept replaying in her mind and ears: "It's me." "Sorry, I'm late." "I'll take you away."
