"Haven't slept yet?" Sheng Tang answered the phone.
Gu Shiting was silent for a moment before saying, "Tangtang, you were amazing today!"
"Did you go watch?" Sheng Tang smiled.
Gu Shiting: "I did. But I stayed in the box, didn't come down. I'm sorry....."
"Silly child." Sheng Tang smiled again, "The fact that you came to watch is already great, why are you apologizing!"
Gu Shiting: "..."
He suddenly felt a sense of being cared for by Tangtang.
For the past ten-plus years, his family had always taken good care of him, yet he seemed never grateful, rather he distanced himself further. But Sheng Tang's meticulousness stirred a gentle spot in his heart.
"Tangtang, I really want to hear that poem, did you write it yourself?" Gu Shiting asked.
Sheng Tang said yes.
"Could you recite it for me again?" he asked.
Sheng Tang agreed.
She started reciting.
By the time she finished the last line, it felt like there was fire in Gu Shiting's veins, ready to ignite him.
