In the Washington hotel, Fu Mingyu, sitting on the window seat with his back against the wall, couldn't help but throw his phone aside after hearing that sweet tone once again.
A moment later, Fu Mingyu sighed helplessly and got up to pick up his phone.
He dialed Wen's dormitory number, and after ringing for a long time with no answer, Fu Mingyu paused and realized it was already Saturday.
At this time, Wen Nuan should be curled up in her house in Joyful Garden, right?
Even though it's only been a week without contact, Fu Mingyu felt a strange and indescribable sense of loss.
Looking back, it seems over the past few years they never lost touch; on weekends, worried she might be bored, he'd call to take her to concerts or exhibitions, failing that, they'd at least have a meal together.
But every now and then during the weekdays, the little girl would send him a greeting or a funny picture.
No matter how busy he was, he'd chat with her for a bit.
