She walked up to the camera, bent over slightly, and rested her hands on her knees, gasping for breath.
Sweat, like morning dew, seeped from her smooth forehead and full nose tip.
Sliding down along her well-defined jawline, it disappeared into the soaked sports vest she wore, making her whole appearance glow enticingly.
Tang Song watched in excitement.
He directly said, "Tomorrow's your birthday, I'll go to Shen City to be with you. It's been so long since we've met, I really miss you."
Liu Qingning slowly stood up straight and looking at him on the screen, suddenly said, "No need, Tang Song."
"Hmm?" Tang Song was slightly taken aback, surprised, "What do you mean? What's wrong with you?"
Liu Qingning didn't speak.
She just looked at him quietly.
Then, without warning, tears began rolling down from her usually bright and stubborn eyes.
She didn't cry out loud, just silently shed tears, like raindrops on a pear blossom.
