Yesterday, after Xu Xunsheng acted impulsively, she turned off her phone to avoid Cen Ye. Now that the storm had passed and the situation was settling, she pretended nothing happened and turned her phone back on.
But Cen Ye hadn't reached out to her.
Was he busy with the aftermath? Or maybe he didn't know she had turned her phone on?
Xu Xunsheng suddenly felt an intense longing for him.
She wanted to know what he was doing right now, what his mood was like. Or just to hear his voice would be good enough.
She called him directly. It rang seven or eight times before he finally picked up.
"Shengsheng." Cen Ye's voice sounded a bit tired and hoarse.
Xu Xunsheng asked, "Are you busy? Didn't sleep well?"
On the other end, he seemed to put something down with a clatter, then his voice had a clear sense of amusement in it, "You were so gallant yesterday, did big things, and didn't pick up my calls. How could I rest easy?"