Why keep calling at that critical moment?
Because you want to surprise yourself?
Because you felt uneasy at that moment?
Was it the repeated calls, unanswered, that finally led to despair?
What were you doing at that time?
Why didn't you pick up?
Or, if you did, why did you suddenly lose patience?
His mind was blank, and he couldn't remember any reason.
Over the years, he hadn't been like this. She was the one who hung up more often, the one who didn't pick up calls more often... As for him, he rarely hung up on her, let alone calling dozens of times without an answer.
Is it true that before a tragedy, there's always something inexplicable happening? Like before an earthquake, there's always a swarm of frogs and snakes running amok?
If not, how could the words "regret medicine" exist in this world?
But he couldn't afford to regret.
He was simply scared.
Overnight, he had become haggard.
Just like the vast, dark night sky, suddenly boundless...
