Zhang Zhao found the number and dialed it, and a deep male voice quickly answered, "Hello."
Zhang Zhao took a deep breath and said slowly but firmly, "Dad, it's me... I agree with your previous suggestion to study abroad, and let mom accompany me."
After hanging up, Zhang Zhao's once straight back instantly bent, the room unlit, outside the window the sky had dimmed, perhaps due to the room being too dark, or maybe some other reason, Zhang Zhao felt his vision becoming increasingly blurry, the corner of his eye cool, with despair growing and winding from the depths of his heart, blocking his chest, like it was about to explode his heart.
He couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his chest, feeling something cool slide across his face, itchy, he rubbed it, only to realize he was already crying.
Shi Yang slept particularly deeply this time, if not for waking up in the middle of the night needing to pee, he could have slept until late morning.
