The phone was quickly answered. Ye Nianmo's voice was sharp and sober. He said, "Where are you?"

"Where are you then?" She retorted, the phone was silent, she could not help laughing, mixed with the dripping of rain on the windowsill, which seemed to come and go. She said,

"I believe you love me, no, at least like me, but I don't believe our love."

The dripping of rain and the silence on the phone mixed into a special mood. The sudden heavier breath let Ding Yiyi know that he had been holding the phone. She continued, "I know love is not a matter of two people, and I know...