After calming down for a while, Xi Siyan slowly took off his coat and glanced at the slit on it—his younger brother's handiwork.
Xi Siyan showed no expression, merely taking out the belongings inside. His phone was ice-cold, like a brick of frost, maybe due to the low temperature; it was already out of charge.
He plugged it in to charge, and as soon as it was turned on, a message popped up.
Xi Siyan frowned slightly. He didn't think much about the content; instead, seeing the name "Zhou Chengchen," he suddenly wanted to hear her voice.
He felt so cold right now, and she was his sun.
Usually rational and calm, today Xi Siyan didn't care that it was already very late and Zhou Chengchen might be asleep; he still dialed her number.
One ring... two rings...
No one answered, and Xi Siyan suddenly chuckled to himself. What was he doing? Just because he got hurt, does he want someone to comfort him?
He's not a child anymore.
