The other end of the phone was silent, and Sheng Qianchi seemed to be able to guess what expression the woman had at that moment, and couldn't help but let out a low laugh.
His mood was genuinely good. He had been hospitalized for three days, and had been in Suri for another three days. She hadn't visited him once, nor made a phone call. God knows, deep in his bones, he was fervently hoping to hear her voice.
"So, you call me in the middle of the night just to let me hear your breathing?"
Gu Jiayin adjusted her mood before softly speaking, "Are you in Suri?"
Sheng Qianchi raised his eyebrows, his voice gentle and tender like whispers between lovers, "How did you know? I didn't tell you."
The man's voice and attitude were as if the unpleasant incident had never happened, even more tender than before, dissolving the awkwardness in Gu Jiayin's psychological state.
