She once left him messages on WeChat and even sent emails to his inbox.
But all her efforts eventually yielded no response, disappearing without a trace.
"It's me, Momo." The man's voice was still clear and mellow, like a mountain stream, soothing and refreshing.
It was indeed him.
Jin Jumo clutched her phone tightly but suddenly didn't know what to say...
"Momo." Ying Jingyao called her softly, his slightly hoarse voice wrapped in deep longing, "I miss you."
"..." Jin Jumo's fingertips curled into her palm.
She never thought that guilt toward someone could reach such a suffocating level, leading to unexpected avoidance.
"I'm sorry, Momo." Ying Jingyao said in a hushed voice.
Jin Jumo's lips trembled slightly; at this moment, even breathing seemed difficult, "Jingyao, don't say that. I'm sorry to you."
"I know Rong Mochen forcibly took you to Z City, but I couldn't get to you. I'm not a qualified boyfriend." Ying Jingyao's voice was low and melancholic.
