Mu Yiliang took out her phone, saw the caller ID, and couldn't help but curve her lips into a faint smile.
She quickly pressed answer and softly said, "Hello."
"Yiliang." The man's voice was extremely gentle, like spring water flowing through pine trees, "Yang Ru said you called me, sorry I missed it earlier."
Upon hearing his voice, Mu Yiliang truly felt relieved: "I... it was nothing, just wanted to ask if your wound has healed, and... Xiaoze misses you. If you have time, come and see him."
Mu Yiliang instinctively used her son as a shield.
Yan Sijue chuckled softly: "I'm already fine; no need to worry. I'll return to S City to see him in a couple of days."
Mu Yiliang responded, "Alright."
She felt like she had so much more to say to him, but in this moment, listening to his incredibly gentle voice, she suddenly couldn't find the words.
A strong sense of longing enveloped her instantly, and she felt her nose start to tingle.
