Xiao Li heard the doorbell.
The doorbell sounded ear-piercing and urgent. From the frequency of the doorbell, Xiao Li guessed the identity of the person.
She stared at the wallpaper on the computer and fell into deep thought.
On the computer was a young man in a black shirt. He was sitting on a fountain stone platform by the street with a cup of coffee in his hand. He narrowed his dark eyes at the person taking the photo. His lips curled into a very faint and cold smile.
The doorbell stopped ringing.
Xiao Li thought that Zhuang Long had left.
She could not help but reach out and gently touch the young man's forehead on the screen. Like a pervert, she pressed her lips to the corner of that person's lips and sighed softly. "I miss you so much."