"Huh..." Taocheng jumped into the soft sofa, picked up the coffee that exuded a light milk fragrance on the table, and took a gentle sip. "It's so tiring..."
"You have a new phone message at the number..." The phone glowed green under the couch.
It was him. The corners of his tired mouth curled up, and he pressed the confirmation button with his other hand. He leaned his head on the sofa and listened comfortably to the familiar voice.
"Wu? I'm Ryoma. You're not here in front of me, so I have to use the recording. There is something I have to say... If you are drinking coffee now, please hold the cup tightly for the next time. I think this is the birthday gift I gave you the year before last..."
"Nervous..." Taocheng took another sip of coffee.
"Wu..." The person in the recording paused...
Intention: