A magnetic, husky voice came through the phone, "Are you on your way?"
Long Xiliang never deliberately lowered his voice when he spoke; he was naturally blessed with an exceptional voice.
Lu Xiaoyou had heard him sing before. That voice was magnificent and ethereal, carrying a noble, cathedral-like quality, like the melodies of a pipe organ in a church, composing a breathtaking symphony.
And now, Long Xiliang's voice fell into Lu Xiaoyou's ears, as if someone had cut the blazing sunlight and poured it over her, making her feel warm all over.
"Hmm, on my way. It's about half an hour's drive before I arrive at the Jinling Military Region."
Two hours ago, when Lu Xiaoyou was on the plane, Long Xiliang hadn't called her. Now that she was on a bus and about to reach the gate of the Jinling Military Region, she knew her phone would soon be confiscated.
The man on the phone said, "Take care of yourself."
