Wen Tian sat on the sofa, staring at the book, but couldn't read a single word.
He could vaguely hear Fu Ying talking on the phone in the yard.
The girl's voice was gentle, soft, and sweet. The eyes that were scared stiff last night finally had a gleam, but it was because of another person. He didn't even need to appear to make the girl's eyes light up.
This is probably the difference between liking and not liking.
Wen Tian lowered his eyes, pushed his glasses up, and stared at the six words "able to pick up, able to let go" on the book, zoning out.
"Thank you, Wen Tian, here's your phone back."
He didn't realize when the girl had finished her call and came over to return his phone.
Wen Tian snapped back to reality, took the phone, and said no need to thank him.
He was reading, and Fu Ying didn't want to disturb him, so she had no choice but to turn around and go upstairs.
Hearing the footsteps getting farther away, Wen Tian lifted his head from the book and looked upstairs.
