In the afternoon, Xiao Mo suddenly received a call from Ah Jun.
"Tong, it's me. Are you free?"
Hearing the voice on the phone, Xiao Mo was somewhat bewildered. The smile she had just shared with Monica in jest was still frozen on her face… She suddenly remembered that the man she once thought she couldn't live without had now become so unfamiliar. No, that's not right. When she had touched the screen to answer the call, she realized she had lost the sensitivity and excitement for this phone number she should have had.
"Tong, are you listening to me? Are you still there?" Ah Jun's voice was somewhat anxious.
"I'm here…" Xiao Mo responded in a hoarse voice.
"Then are you free tomorrow? I've booked a restaurant. Let's have dinner together, okay? I haven't seen you in a long time, and I miss you," he said, his voice as gentle as ever.
The strings in Xiao Mo's heart were gently plucked, as if there was a silent pile of ashes there, slowly being awakened…
