She truly missed him terribly, thinking of him day and night, wishing that he felt the same way.
A hint of teasing crossed Gu Shaocheng's brow, but his words were serious: "So you have been missing me."
As he spoke those words, his hand traced on the window glass, slowly sketching her face.
His demeanor was as though he could not live from the extensive separation. He quietly listened to her gentle breath.
In truth, how much he missed her, only he knew.
In the dimension of love, Gu Shaocheng slowly closed his eyes, quietly missing someone, a face, meticulously sketched on the glass, no need for detailed thoughts, a simple girl naturally depicted under his fingertips.
Upon hearing his words, Chenxing quickly rebutted: "I really miss you."
"Then tell me, how much do you miss me?"
She said nothing, pursing her lips tightly.
After waiting for a moment, Gu Shaocheng said, "If you don't speak, I'll hang up."