Ji Muyun on the other end of the phone looked at the hung up call, shrugged helplessly towards Shi Nianzhi sitting opposite, and put the phone on the table.

The early winter in Kyoto has quietly arrived, and the cold wind blew up the tissues on the table.

Shi Nianzhi, who was sitting under a tree that had lost all its leaves, looked at Ji Muyun's mobile phone on the table and chuckled self-deprecatingly , " Ha, it seems like his style."

No matter how good the relationship ...