After hanging up the phone, Pei Liyan's heart remained restless for a long time.
He kept thinking back to that winter ten years ago. Where was he then, and why didn't he have even the faintest impression of it?
At that time, he was still a student, and Qiao Rui was just a child, wasn't she?
She had known him so early on.
He was so overwhelmed, though he didn't know why. His heart was suddenly filled to the brim, so full it hurt—an excited kind of ache.
After smoking two cigarettes in a row, Pei Liyan managed to calm down a bit. He picked up the phone again and dialed Qiao Rui.
This time, though, he chose a video call.
At that moment, Qiao Rui had just finished her late-night snack and was upstairs taking a shower.
When the first video call came through, she didn't answer.
Pei Liyan felt a small pang of disappointment.
Five minutes later, he dialed again.
He found himself feeling like a nervous young boy, brimming with excitement.