I really didn't want to send Wen Yan back tonight, but I had to.
Lying on the bed, Wen Yan said, "Didn't we just meet?" And they spent last night in South Bay and only went to the office this afternoon.
"Even seeing you, I still miss you."
Hand propping up his face, Wen Yan said, "It'll be better later, we can be together more often then."
On the other end of the phone, Gong Xuan picked up a glass of water and sat at his desk: "Have you talked to your parents about us? Did they give you your household registration book?"
As soon as Gong Xuan brought it up, Wen Yan felt a headache and said weakly, "I did, it's just a bit more difficult than I thought."
Concerning his own parents' attitude, Wen Yan naturally didn't elaborate, fearing Gong Xuan would feel upset.
On the other end of the phone, Gong Xuan uttered an "oh" and casually asked, "How is it difficult?"
Wen Yan's parent's difficulty was something Gong Xuan knew; after all, his reputation wasn't very good a few years ago.
