The two of them had already said everything, so what could Shen Qian say?
After exchanging a few words with Wang Yangming, Shen Qian realized that he had mysteriously disappeared for another day. He didn't chat with Wang Yangming anymore, quickly hung up the phone, and started checking the information on his bracelet.
Fortunately, Wang Yangming had already asked Lin Xiaoqian for a day off for Shen Qian this morning, so there was basically no information from the school. Liu Simin only sent a message to Shen Qian telling him "Don't put too much pressure on yourself, get some rest" and so on.
Aside from that, the house was very quiet, except for two missed calls from my mother in the evening, probably asking if Shenqian was coming home for dinner.
They probably thought they went to class today.
Thinking about it this way, it's not a big deal that I disappeared for a day.
However, there are still many unread messages, 38 in total, 26 of which are from Huo Ling'er.
7 posts were about her daily life, 11 posts questioned why she hadn't responded before, 5 posts were animated emojis, and 3 posts were her selfies.
In comparison, Ding Yi's total of 6 messages and 1 phone call seemed rather meager.
But Shen Qian knew that given Ding Yi's personality, asking five more times after he hadn't replied was already a compromise in some sense, a compromise with his own principles.
So Shen Qian quickly made a phone call.
The first call went unanswered, the second went unanswered... until the fourth call, which rang for quite a while before Ding Yi's slightly cold voice finally came from the other end.
"I was exercising and didn't hear you."
With a knowing smile, Shen Qian didn't expose Ding Yi's little lie, but instead explained why he hadn't replied to her messages during the day.
"...Yes, the bracelet broke accidentally during basic martial arts training!"
"Ah, no need, no need, the repair won't cost much..."
"By the way, I still have some savings. Do you want me to pay you back some?"
"...Huh, why are you angry with me when I return the money?"
"Stop pretending, it's obvious..."
The moonlight was bright, and the boy's shadow stretched long under the streetlights, gradually fading into the distance.
Faintly, from a very high place, a barely audible whisper seemed to echo:
"Back then, I was young and wore a light spring dress, riding a horse and leaning against a slanting bridge, surrounded by red sleeves beckoning from the building... What a wonderful time it was."
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