C87 You Can be Yourself

"Hey, An An, it's me …"

With the phone by her ear, Ling Mu'an was lying on the bed in the hotel with the curtains closed. She opened her eyes and looked at the darkness in the empty room, listening to Shu Haoran's hoarse and weak voice. It felt like sandpaper had grinded against his chest, bringing about shortness of breath and unbearable pain