Listening to his reluctance, Momo's heart ached once more.
But thinking that he took the time to contact her, every second was precious.
No matter how unwilling she was, she had to hang up the phone.
She waved to him with a smile, "Bye, I'm hanging up."
Ye Zhan's handsome face faded from the phone screen.
Momo's warm heart suddenly turned cold.
It was like being splashed with a basin of cold water.
Momo looked at the captured screenshot from the video call with him.
She was in the frame with him.
Looking at it, she found it amusing.
The notification sound chimed.
It was a photo sent by Ye Zhan.
He sent over a dozen pictures in a row.
Two of them were screenshots similar to hers.
The other few were his selfies.
The first one showed him strikingly handsome.
Then another message came through.
Momo saved the photos onto her phone one by one, restraining herself from messaging him again.
Since that day until the New Year, Ye Zhan had not contacted Momo again.
