"Xue, it's me."
The moment she heard this voice, Yun Bixue almost cried. She covered her mouth immediately and could not believe her ears. It was really him. She could hear his voice now.
She pressed her phone firmly against her ear, afraid that she had misheard—afraid that she was imagining things.
Xie Limo did not hear Yun Bixue's reply and continued to talk in a gentle voice. "Xue, are you angry?"
Yun Bixue shook her head profusely, but she knew that he could not see her shaking her head. She had always looked forward to hearing his voice.
However, she was too agitated now. Once she spoke, she would easily cry.
She pinched her leg with her hand and tried her best to keep her emotions in check. She knew that this was not a dream.
