C63 Other tenderness

Li Lingye reached out to grab his phone, glanced at Bai Xianxian, then walked in large strides to the French window. His fingertips slipped, and he picked up the phone, "Speak."

He spoke a single syllable, his gaze falling on the myriad lights outside the window.

The night was still dark, but there was a certain gentleness in it.

"Li Shao, who and whose hairs are these?" However