The next day, when Xia Yinian woke up, just as she expected, that man had left.
She looked down at her clothes and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
Maybe, even though Uncle is not good, he still keeps his word. At least he didn't do anything to her.
Thinking of last night's dream, she slowly opened her eyes, blinking.
His words, "It's okay, I'll listen to you," lingered in her mind, so real.
But, Xia Yinian knew that dreams are just dreams, Uncle never really treated her gently.
Even the occasional gentleness had a purpose.
Taking a deep breath, just as Xia Yinian got up, the phone on the coffee table by the sofa rang.
She frowned, not knowing when her phone had gone so far.
But who could be looking for her at this time?
Xia Yinian got out of bed, dragged her slippers over, and picked up the phone.
It was a landline number, and she didn't quite remember it.
She swiped to answer and put the phone to her ear.
