Lian Xinying put down her phone, turned around, and let out a long breath toward Yan Ye.
"Yan Ye, if I leave, will you miss me?"
Lian Xinying began to miss Yan Ye before she even stepped out the door.
However, she knew that once she was gone and occupied with things to do, this longing would probably ease quite a bit.
"I will. When are you leaving?" Yan Ye said "I will" not as a brush-off to Lian Xinying—his tone and eyes showed he would truly miss her.
"In a week."
Yan Ye's expression was very calm after hearing this answer.
His calmness made Lian Xinying somewhat uneasy.
"Yan Ye, I'll call you every day. It's better if I call you first, otherwise, you wouldn't know if I'm busy, and if I can't answer your call, you'll get upset again." Lian Xinying had already started imagining life after leaving Yan Ye.
"Why not call you during your three meals a day?" Didn't they eat meals?
Lian Xinying's heart skipped a beat when she heard three meals a day.
