That string of numbers belonged to Tan Qing, long engraved in my heart, yet I had never dialed it proactively even once.
Frowning a bit, Tong Xi took a coin out of her bag, flipped it, then slapped it onto her leg.
"Heads, I'll call. Tails, I won't."
Muttering under her breath, the taxi driver sitting behind the wheel chuckled, "Miss, are you making a tough decision?"
"Yes, it's about my life," Tong Xi chuckled, reverting to her talkative self, "Driver, I want to ask you, there's a saying in Chinese, chasing a man divides only a thin veil, is it true?"
"That's hard to say," the taxi driver earnestly gave Tong Xi a glance, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, "No way, a pretty girl like you still needs to chase someone?"
Actually resorting to something as childish as flipping a coin.
