Shi Che held his cellphone, his dark eyes lazily scanning Ling Chuxia, who was sound asleep in his arms. He gently lifted a strand of her hair with his long fingers and slowly twined it around, before he finally spoke lightly, "I'm sorry, I think, I'm not interested in facing the future with you."
As soon as Shi Che finished speaking, Bai Yixuan's voice on the other end of the phone abruptly stopped.
Shi Che's lips slightly curved upward as he continued, "Chuxia will forget the past, but certainly not with you, instead with me. And the future, it will only be with me."
His words were calm yet forceful, striking straight into Bai Yixuan's heart. Although he didn't speak, his breathing suddenly became heavy.
After a while, he slowly spoke, "Shi Che."
Shi Che hummed in acknowledgment, unapologetically admitting it.
