novelraw Chapter 320 - 298 But I Missed You
Chapter 320 - 298 But I Missed You
Lying with her eyes closed for a while, she turned over, lit up her phone, and swiftly swiped to the number far away in France.Pulling at the sleeve of her coat, she took a deep breath and dialed the number.
On the other side in France, Su Yan was similarly lying alone on the bed in the room she used to sleep in, staring blankly at the ceiling with a cigarette almost burned to the end at his fingertips.
He reached out to extinguish it, just about to light a new one when the phone under the cigarette pack lit up.
Not holding much hope, thinking it was a call for work, so when he saw that name which had flashed countless times in his mind, he immediately sat up from the bed, stared at the phone for several seconds to confirm there was no mistake, then answered.
He didn’t make a sound. The call was connected for a while before a pitiful voice came from the other side: "Little Uncle..."
"...Mm." He responded faintly, but if you listen carefully, you could hear a slight tremble in that short word.
"Where are you?" Hearing his voice, An’an choked up a bit.
Su Yan composed himself and asked indifferently, "What’s wrong?"
After a moment of silence, An’an asked, "Aren’t you coming back for the New Year?"
"It doesn’t matter if I do or not, is there something wrong?"
"...No." An’an replied despondently with two words, but she was scared he really wouldn’t come back. What if she got married here and never saw him again? Thinking of this, she spoke her true feelings: "...But I miss you."
Su Yan felt a strange heartache listening to this. He had left so decisively, thinking she could really let him go. Turns out, they were the same kind of people. Except she hadn’t understood yet what this feeling of not being able to leave each other really was.
"Will you come back tomorrow?"
Before he could answer, An’an immediately added, "Just you alone."
His silence made her very uneasy, and her voice grew more tearful: "Please?"
A hint of willfulness and coquettishness.
Su Yan had also been missing her for a long time. He softly responded, "Mm."
"Only you can come back."
"Why?"
"I don’t like her..."
He pursued, "What’s the reason?"
An’an mumbled, "...Just don’t like her."
Su Yan murmured to himself, "Unreasonable."
Not a scolding, but with a trace of tolerance and doting, only his voice was too soft: "Hm? I didn’t catch that."
He spoke again, but the words had changed: "You should go to sleep."
"What about you?"
"It’s daytime here."
...
"Then come back quickly."
"Mm."
Having received his affirmative response, An’an felt reassured, took a deep breath, put down the phone, and lay back on the bed, her heart feeling particularly at ease.
Breaking this cold war, An’an started calling Su Yan again, asking about the time of his flight. He was scheduled to arrive on the day of New Year’s Eve.
At four in the afternoon, Huacheng was snowing, there was no sun, and the entire city seemed a bit dim.
An’an, wearing a cartoon mask and wrapped in a long down jacket, stood at the exit where he would come out, staring intently.
Coming too early, she stood at the airport for a while, shivering with cold.
Around five o’clock, she finally saw him walking out with a black suitcase, alone.
"Little Uncle!" Even though Su Yan was wearing a mask and sunglasses, An’an recognized him at a glance because of the trench coat he was wearing, which she had bought for him.
Su Yan strode over, naturally placing his hand on her back, "How long have you been waiting? Your nose is all red from the cold."