If people like them were considered illiterate, then everyone in the world would rather be illiterate.
Midway through, Tang Shuwen's phone rang. He looked at the caller ID, calmly stood up, and walked out of the private room. "Yuning, what is it?"
He felt very sorry for Zhao Yuning.
Not being able to be with her was also a regret for Tang Shuwen.
"Shuwen, it's Christmas Eve today." Zhao Yuning's voice was gentle and soft; just hearing it, one knew she was a delicate and touching woman.
Tang Shuwen hummed in acknowledgment. "Merry Christmas Eve!"
Zhao Yuning was quiet for a moment, her voice slightly softer, carrying a hint of grievance. "Every Christmas Eve, you would come find me. We always spent it together, Shuwen. Are you not coming to find me this year?"
Tang Shuwen frowned. Yes, even though they weren't together, he would go find her every Christmas for those few years, always meticulously preparing surprises and gifts for her.
