Su Xingyue was taken aback, her heart filled with helplessness...
Here we go again...
Even though he was far away, the image of that man's displeasure involuntarily rose before her eyes.
It seemed that he always liked to compare his place in her heart with that of their sons, and although she found such comparisons meaningless, he delighted in them tirelessly...
"Of course not..." Driven by the instinct to survive, she quickly corrected herself, "I just wanted to hear your voice, that's all..."
She wasn't telling a lie; perhaps because he had been by her side during the time when her depression tormented her, she had developed a kind of dependence on his voice.
As long as she heard his voice, a sense of peace would settle in her heart.
After her words, silence once again took over the other end of the phone.
After a long quiet, the man's indulgent voice suddenly rang out.
"Don't you miss me?" he asked her.
"I do..." Su Xingyue pursed her lips, answering honestly.
