Xi Siyan casually tossed the red envelope onto the table. He didn't really care about what Zhang Yi said, but it did stir a little ripple in his heart.
Frowning, Xi Siyan checked the time. It was dinnertime now. Look at his mother, coming over during dinner yet not even thinking about having a meal with him.
Xi Siyan let out a self-mocking laugh, then grabbed his phone. He realized that every time he felt wrapped in loneliness and darkness like this, he just really wanted to hear Zhou Chengchen's voice.
No matter what she says, as long as it's her voice, it's fine.
He was used to loneliness, used to the darkness, but still yearned for sunlight.
It wasn't until he dialed Zhou Chengchen's number that Xi Siyan realized she actually hadn't been in touch for several days.
He's not someone who likes to reach out to others for no reason. Although Zhou Chengchen was an exception for him, some habits are not so easily changed.
