A cold voice, a tone laden with familiar sorrow.
Shen Li was stunned, her hand holding the phone shaking uncontrollably.
It was Shen Yu... actually Shen Yu...
How did he call in, where is he now?
"I haven't contacted you for a long time, are you doing well?"
Shen Yu asked, his cold voice carrying boundless love and a hint of sadness. Even though she couldn't see him, Shen Li's image seemed to appear before his eyes.
A bright and innocent girl, like a flower, swaying her most beautiful posture among the flower clusters under the sun.
"You..." Shen Li's voice trembled, but she instinctively stood up, avoiding the maid standing nearby, and walked into the garden.
Shen Yu's call, no matter what the conversation was about, absolutely could not be known by Huo Siyu.
"I'm fine," said Shen Yu, his voice still cold yet affectionate.
