"Why are you jumping around, getting all worked up? What's so special about it? It's just a phone call, right? You better toughen up, I'm still mad. Whoever bullies my Yiyi, I won't forgive so easily! Yes, exactly like that. Okay, I'm answering the call now, remember to keep your tone cold and distant."
Yiyi took a deep breath and suddenly pressed the phone.
"Why didn't you answer the phone earlier?" A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came through.
In her memory, that boyish, clear, bright voice has now turned deep and mature, carrying a magnetic allure unique to grown men, a voice strikingly beautiful. However, the way of speaking, the tone, remains just as familiar as in her memory.
"Who are you? Why are you concerned if I pick up the phone or not? In the middle of the night, are you trying to disturb the peace?" Yiyi's attitude was harsh, as if she didn't know who he was.
