Chapter 14 The Echo

I used to ask myself over and over why I felt so unwilling to let go.

Later I understood.

It was because my love never received an answer.

Now I finally heard it.

"Song Zhong Zheng."

"Hm?"

"You're really noisy, you know."

Noisy enough that the teenage me—who waited in silence for years—finally heard your reply at the very end of my twenties.

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