One second...
Two seconds...
Three seconds...
"Hello? Waylon Lewis? Are you still there? Can you hear me?"
In the silent air, only the sound from the phone remained.
Hope Williams was so anxious she was almost crying.
Waylon Lewis trembled slightly between his brows, looking at the countdown stopped at the last five seconds, took a deep breath, and placed the phone to his ear feeling relieved, "Honey, wait for me, I'll be back soon."
"Really? Is everything okay? Are you hurt? What about Liam Cloud? And Thomas Hughes, Wesley Ruiz, are they all still fine?"
The well-being of several people sparked a fierce cheer.
Even the usually calm Thomas Hughes embraced Wesley Ruiz, celebrating survival recklessly.
Standing in place, Liam Cloud smiled faintly, "Hope Williams, you really are a Lucky Star."
Hope heard their cheering, and she breathed a long sigh of relief.
Listening to that sound, things should be resolved.
But what does choosing a color mean?
