For some reason, Nan Qiyu suddenly felt a little nervous.
He tightened his grip on his phone. Outside on the balcony, the wind howled, and a light drizzle was falling.
It's cool and somewhat comfortable.
"Hello?"
At that moment, a languid voice came from the phone. Nan Qiyu looked ahead with deep eyes, hesitated for a few seconds, and then asked, "Are you... alright?"
He asked that question.
Actually, I was a little nervous.
If something happened, it only means that she really can't forget Cheng Siyang.
But that's only natural, after all, they've been talking for so many years.
But the next second, a woman's voice came through, calm yet tinged with confusion, "What?"
"What's wrong with me?" she asked him in return.
Actually, Rong Shang said this on purpose, because it meant that she didn't take Cheng Siyang's matter to heart.
But Nan Qiyu was different; this matter had blown up so much, she couldn't possibly not know what he was talking about.
"I mean..." He wanted to bring up that man, but the thought of his name made Nan Qiyu feel disgusted.
He seemed about to speak but hesitated, and Rong Shang immediately sensed something was wrong with him.
"I was the one who released the photos, should I be sad and upset?"
The woman's voice softened considerably, and Nan Qiyu's gaze softened as he listened to her speak.
I thought—
I thought she hadn't been going to the film set these past few days because she was hiding at home drowning her sorrows in alcohol.
"Nan Qiyu, we've moved on." Rong Shang's voice was cold, probably because she disliked that they always mentioned these irrelevant people.
But then she felt helpless. "Nan Qiyu, if you're jealous, don't keep accusing me of things you didn't do."
"Hmm?" Nan Qiyu didn't understand what she meant by that.
Before I could get any clearer answers, the other person chuckled softly.
"Am I really that much of a jerk, liking both you and him at the same time?"
"..."
He got nervous.
When a woman says she likes him, his ears immediately turn red and his heart starts pounding.
Nan Qiyu was inexplicably glad that he was on the phone; if he had done this in front of her, he would have wanted to dig a hole and crawl into it.
But he still didn't understand why she hadn't come to the film set to see him these past few days.
Trying his best to remain calm, Nan Qiyu asked her the question with his usual indifferent attitude.
However, it was discovered that it was because Master Ye was worried about her that he didn't let her go out, and that she had secretly taken the phone back.
Phew, that means everything's alright.
Nan Qiyu immediately relaxed.
After that, he seemed to have nothing more to ask. Rong Shang waited for him for a long time, but all she heard was the sound of rain pouring down.
Knowing that his call was just to test her feelings, Rong Shang didn't expose him.
She walked to the window, drew back the curtains, and looked into the distance. There, the man's house was still lit up.
"Nan Qiyu, are you asleep?" she suddenly teased.
Nan Qiyu felt embarrassed upon hearing this, and replied, "No."
"Then go back to your room now."
"Um?"
What are you going back to your room for?
Although Nan Qiyu was puzzled, he still obediently did as he was told.
When she said "open the curtains" on the other end of the phone...
Nan Qiyu finally realized something.
He strode towards the window, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Whoosh—
Before long, the heavy curtains were drawn back.
Nan Qiyu held her phone and looked up at the tall building across the street.
The two places were neither too far nor too close; he could just vaguely see a blurry figure at the opposite window.
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