"Hello."
"Hello, Ziming. I'm back. Let's meet at the usual place today! I haven't seen you in so long. I miss you so much!"
The familiar voice made him lower his eyelids a little. After a short pause, he answered lightly, "I'm not free."
"Not free? Are you really not free or do you just not want to meet me?"
The sweetness in the caller's voice dimmed as it carried a tinge of unhappiness.
"… I'm really not free." He peeked at the woman beside him, wearing headphones and paying attention to the movie, and said this on the phone.
"Isn't today the start of the year? Why aren't you free?" The woman on the other end was not about to drop this matter.
"Hey, Ziming. Don't you think that you are a little rude on me? For whose sake was I sent alone overseas in the first place?
"Now that I'm finally back, I don't even have a house to stay! I called you the moment I landed, yet you are actually telling me that you're not free!
