Lu Huaiyu heard that Ning Li's voice was a little off.
Ning Li rarely called his name. The only time she had ever called him by his name was the night she was drunk, but Ning Li did not seem drunk at this moment.
His brows knitted slightly and he stood up.
"What's wrong?"
A gentle, deep voice came from the phone and reverberated in Ning Li's eardrums with a reassuring rhythm.
Ning Li held her breath. The anxiety that filled her heart was slowly suppressed.
She clutched her phone tightly and closed her eyes.
"Lu Huaiyu."
Her voice was dry as she clenched her teeth.
"I...nothing...I just wanted to...listen to your voice."
Ning Li wanted to hear his voice to make sure that the nightmares had dissipated and to make sure that he was there.
Her tone was a little different from usual.
It was very soft, as if she was exhausted and trying to hold on to something in a panic.
