The continuous rain for days has blown away the sultry heat brought by the summer of June and July.
Chang Qing watched the rain outside the window getting heavier and heavier. The clock on the wall had already passed Chang Xia's evening self-study time, and he couldn't help but feel worried.
After hesitating for two seconds, he still called, but the hand holding the phone turned white.
The phone beeped for two seconds before being answered, but there was no voice coming from the other side. Chang Qing only heard the sound of rain coming from the receiver. He pursed his lips and said, "Xia Xia."
Chang Xia didn't speak, but smiled, "Brother."
Chang Qing seemed to be hit by something, his voice trembled, and he was defeated.
Intention: I don't know what love is