"Several months apart, and you've forgotten about me?"
Jiang Li's voice was as deep as ever, but now it carried a thick note of melancholy.
Liang Zhouyue felt as if she were a mute swallowing bitterness, unable to voice her troubles. "I came early, but your fans blocked me outside. Where are you?"
"..."
Jiang Li fell silent on the other end of the line for a moment before slowly speaking, "Behind them?"
Liang Zhouyue obediently hummed in agreement.
The phone call ended, and Jiang Li, pushing his suitcase, slowly emerged from the exit.
The fans were particularly polite and adhered to the airport's order. They didn't make much noise but moved slightly closer as he walked out. Some brought letters, others wanted to give gifts, but Jiang Li didn't accept any, merely offering a flat-toned thank you.
Although the fans were quite disappointed, they did not cling to Jiang Li any further but shifted their gaze deeply in his direction.