The caller was Qin fan.
She pressed the answer button, and the man's hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Happy New Year."
It was like a salty and wet sea breeze blowing in his face. It was a little sticky and rough, but it was impressive.
"Happy New Year." Si Rong also congratulated him, thinking that he must have had a lot to drink. From his voice alone, one could tell that he was drunk. The man's voice was usually very magnetic, but the speed of his speech was monotonous and cold. It was difficult to understand the beauty of his voice.
"I miss you." The man said in a low voice. He was so calm that it didn't seem like he was saying sweet nothings, but rather, he was simply talking about his feelings. "It'll be more interesting to spend the new year with you."
The corners of si Rong's lips curled up, and he didn't hide the joy in his voice at all. then we'll live together.
"What?"