Jian Si had already organized some of her chaotic thoughts, adjusting to her best state. Although he wasn't home, she rarely enjoyed such tranquility.
The phone beeped once, and she finished drawing one eyebrow before looking down to check it—it was from Nan Zhan.
Picking up her phone and opening the voice message, it turned out to be blank; he hadn't said a word.
She even wondered if he was asleep and had accidentally pressed the screen, but she quickly dismissed this idea; Nan Zhan wouldn't do something so foolish.
They hadn't spoken for a few days, and he probably didn't want to initiate an apology, but for some reason, he had to speak to her, so he simply sent a blank voice message waiting for her to speak first.
Jian Si said "immature" out loud, intending to ignore his little game.
After a while, he sent another blank voice message. This time it wasn't entirely blank; there was a faint cough sound just before it ended.
