Ling Chuxia looked at the words on the screen, "I miss you..." Her blood surged, and her face turned frighteningly red. She couldn't possibly say such words aloud. Instead, she thought of another excuse. "I... I made your favorite braised pork today. Are you, are you coming back?"
Ling Chuxia's words indeed startled Shi Che. Usually, if he was cold, she would just respectfully say, "Sorry to bother you," and then hang up the phone. But now, she had gone into an explanation and even mentioned that she made braised pork for him?
Shi Che fell silent, and Ling Chuxia also became anxious. She took a deep breath, as if afraid Shi Che would refuse, and quickly added another line, "Can you come back? I... I can't finish so much alone..."
Sister Hua listened to Ling Chuxia's improvised words, feeling a painful disappointment like one might fault an unteachable child.
