Ziqiu picked up the phone and dialed a number. It rang several times but no one answered. She took a long breath and fell slumped on the bed.
It's not that I'm unhappy, but I was actually quite afraid of the familiar deep voice coming from the other end of the phone.
Ling Xia's voice was once her favorite, a deep male voice that seemed to be full of vicissitudes of life, but also full of tenderness.
Thinking of his voice, Ziqiu couldn't help but twitch the corners of her lips, forming a faint smile. How could she forget it? If she hadn't heard the voice that touched her heartstrings on that strange phone call, how could the two of them be where they are today?
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