"Pa~"
Zhao Qingge's mind was a mess, but she decisively turned off the monitor, grabbed her phone without bothering to put on shoes, ran barefoot across the floor to the bedroom, quickly dived into bed, pulled the covers over her, and after hesitating for half a second, chose to answer the call.
"Hello..." Zhao Qingge's expression was calm, but her tone was somewhat low, like someone who had just fallen asleep and been awakened: "What's up?"
"I miss you."
Saying it once wasn't enough, Li Peifeng repeated it more affectionately: "I miss you."
"Calling randomly, I just fell asleep and you woke me up."
Zhao Qingge's tone was slightly displeased: "Is there anything else?"
"Yes, I went to a class reunion today..."
Li Peifeng, trying to find something to say, briefly recounted the events at the reunion, focusing on the experiences of classmates and teachers who had passed away, lamenting the hardships of life and the unpredictability of life and death.
