Ming Mei's face turned a bit pale, what to do, answer it or not?
She was nervous inside, afraid... so afraid that Kang Chen would ask her why she left without a word three years ago.
How should she explain it to him?
Where had she been these three years, who had she been with, how should she say it?
The phone kept ringing, refusing to stop.
Ming Mei knelt on the ground, her limbs cold.
She reached out her trembling hand to pick up the phone...
The phone was supposed to be light, weightless, yet Ming Mei felt her hand could barely lift it, as heavy as a mountain.
On the small screen, a number flashed - the one she knew best.
Ming Mei's fingers hesitated on the soft keys of answering or hanging up, unsure of what to choose.
In the end, Ming Mei closed her eyes, and everything darkened...
The ringtone stopped instantly, and everything returned to silence.
A wave of disappointment surged in Ming Mei's heart... was it hung up?
