"Ah-Shi, I'm coming back." Wen Renche stood by the balcony, staring at the sunrise slowly rising in the distance, a trace of longing flickering in his eyes.
It was like someone who had been dwelling in darkness finally glimpsed the dawn.
The man's voice was gentle and intoxicating, like an aged, mellow wine that left one utterly enraptured.
Like the breeze in April, softly brushing past one's ear.
"Really? When?"
Detecting the hint of joy in her tone, Wen Renche suddenly smiled, and even the amber phoenix-shaped eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses seemed to glimmer like fireflies.
He leaned one hand against the railing, his head slightly bowed, his left cheek pressed lightly against the phone, murmuring in a low tone, "Next month, on your birthday, I'll be back."
"Have you resolved everything over there? Will it still be...?" Overjoyed, Yu Zhi still couldn't let go of her worries about him.
