She suddenly missed Mo Si terribly.
It was as if, in some unforeseen moment, her longing had coalesced into a tidal wave, crashing down upon her.
...
Jiang Qiuqiu didn't know if Mo Si was busy, so she tentatively placed a call. If he didn't pick up, she wouldn't try again. But if he did, they could talk for a bit.
He hadn't answered her calls for the past two days, only managing to send back a few messages at odd, hectic hours.
He'd been a little busy lately.
But none of the official media outlets she followed had any reports about the front lines.
Her mind wandered, and after a few beeps, the call unexpectedly went through.
Jiang Qiuqiu had initiated a video call.
While it was still a bright evening on Federation Star, Polar Star had no daylight. In the video feed, Mo Si sat inside a Warship. Through the window behind him stretched a vast, green sea of stars.
"Mo Si!"
