The chat records of the two were impressively reflected on Chen Mo's mobile phone screen, which was the mark of their reunion, and it was the proof of the contact between the two on this day.

In the evening, Chen Mo sent a message to Cao Xiaoxuan, she wanted to call him.

She wanted to hear his voice with her own ears.

"Do you want to fight now?"

Cao Xiaoxuan was slightly shocked by Chen Mo's request, but finally agreed.

Perhaps, it's because of the old days.

"Your voice still sounds so good."

"I don't think it sounds."

"I think it's good, it's very good."

"Okay then."

The moment Chen Mo opened her mouth to speak, her voice couldn't help but choke a little.

She still involuntarily repeated that sentence——— which was very nice.

In fact, she vaguely felt that this might be the last time she spoke to him on the phone.

No one wants her peaceful life to suddenly stir up waves, and she can't consume the last of his affection for her until there is no more.

Chen Mo smiled and chatted with Cao Xiaoxuan about ordinary topics. For a moment, she felt as if she had never lost him.

He was still by her side.

Suddenly, a girl's voice sounded in Chen Mo's ears. When she looked back, she saw that her roommate was looking at her playfully.

"You're talking to your boyfriend on the phone?"

"Hurry up and put away your clothes."

Chen Mo did not deny it and did not respond.

She hurried out of the balcony and spoke to him on the phone in the staircase.

She just wanted to find a quiet place.

She wanted to hear his voice.

If it was her roommate, Cao Xiaoxuan was really her boyfriend, how good would it be.

She would respond generously, "yes, I'm on the phone with my boyfriend." ”

However, she was not qualified to admit it.

"My roommate likes to joke, she just said nonsense, don't you mind."

Chen Mo explained in a panic, afraid that he would be a little unhappy and bored.

Since he doesn't want to have any more feelings with her, he should mind this kind of pulling.

"I know, that's fine."

"If only it were true." Chen Mo narrowed his eyes and whispered sourly.

As if to say to him, as if to herself. If so, how good it would be.

"Momo, I thought that after so long, you would let go." Cao Xiaoxuan sighed.

"I think it's so hard." Following Cao Xiaoxuan's words, Chen Mo blurted out.

Can you really let go of someone completely in the blink of an eye?

She's not, and she doesn't believe it.

"It's not hard."

"And how long did it take you?" As if unwilling, Chen Mo asked again.

But even when this question was asked, the smile in Chen Mo's eyes never disappeared.

But until, hearing his answer.

"Half a year."

Hearing these two words, Chen Mo immediately frowned, as if he had misheard, and asked again in disbelief, "What did you say?" I didn't hear clearly, you say it again. ”

"It took half a year."

In an instant, the smile in her eyes vanished, like a wood carving clay sculpture, and she was stunned in place and at a loss.

It wasn't until Chen Mo was repeatedly sure that this answer was correct that she completely understood his thoughts.

She has known Cao Xiaoxuan for only a few months, not half a year at all. How could the person he had been thinking about in his heart be himself?

It turned out that in the past few months, she was just directing and acting by herself.

It was she who misinterpreted his emotions, thinking that their meeting was a romantic encounter by fate.

So what is she?