After dinner, Jiang Jingming called.
In the living room, only Sang Yu was left to take the call; everyone else had gone out to the yard to digest their food.
Sang Yu knew they were giving her some time to be alone with Jiang Jingming, and her heart felt warm.
"Have you eaten?" Jiang Jingming's voice came through the receiver, as if he were speaking right by her ear.
Sang Yu suddenly felt a longing for Jiang Jingming.
If they were at home right now, Jiang Jingming would be holding her on the sofa.
Although he would gradually start to become a bit unruly.
But she still started missing him.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Jingming's voice came again.
Sang Yu snapped back to reality, shook her head, realized Jiang Jingming couldn't see, and said, "Nothing, just thinking about some things."
Jiang Jingming: "What are you thinking about?"
Sang Yu paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Thinking about you."
