C232 I Just Want to Hear Your Voice

In the morning, the alarm beside his pillow rang non-stop. Ye Liangqiu turned his body and picked up his phone. His white fingers lightly slipped and the dry ringing stopped.

His eyes seemed to be filled with a layer of white mist. He squinted his eyes, glanced at the time on the screen, and was about to go back to sleep, but just as he closed his eyes