“Yes, it’s the headquarters number, but it’s two digits different from my room’s phone number. No way you’d press 7 as 2 or 9 as 1. Well, just tell me who you are, maybe I’ll remember.” His voice was cool and refreshing like a cool breeze, very comfortable to listen to, and she was curious about his identity.
So confident he was trying to flirt, what a self-assured girl, “I’m from Taiwan,” Feng Shaohao threw cold water on her enthusiasm.
“Taiwan?” Mentioning her hometown, Xindi’s passion suddenly ignited, switching to Chinese, “Give me more hints. I immigrated during junior high and haven’t returned to Taiwan for several years!”
What was happening? Feng Shaohao stared at the phone, wanting to hang up, but…
“Just tell me, I really can’t remember.” She softly whined.
Her accented Chinese had a childlike quality, and her coquettish tone was seductive, making his heart skip a beat, “We don’t know each other.”
Xindi was very nervous, continuously apologizing, “Don’t be angry, I didn’t mean to forget you.”
He was silent for a moment before slowly saying, “We really don’t know each other. It must be a phone line error.”
“Are you really angry?” She couldn’t help choking up, “Actually, I didn’t want to immigrate to San Francisco. I miss Taiwan so much! I used to go back every year, but friendships became more distant. I’d return happily but with a melancholic heart. Gradually, everyone forgot about me, and I can barely remember my friends’ names, woo-hoo…”
Hearing her cry, he could imagine her as a tearful doll. Her sadness had nothing to do with him, yet he silently listened for over ten minutes, only interrupting when he realized she might cry endlessly, “Miss, I just wanted to book a room.”
“Ah?” She asked disappointedly, “We really don’t know each other? Just a coincidence, a phone line mix-up?”
“Yes.”
“Um… hehe, sorry! How embarrassing. Hearing you’re from Taiwan, I got too excited and couldn’t control myself.” Xindi blew her nose and quickly forced a smile.
“Hmm.” A moment of silence, only their breathing audible. The call should end, but…
“Since we’re fated, will you be my friend?” Her personality was cheerful, her brilliant smile dispelling the bad mood.
Could friendship be made like this? Feng Shaohao was stunned.
