Nan Wan stared at the photograph for a full minute, a faint smile slowly lifting the corners of her lips, as if in mockery or ridicule.
So, this is why he didn't answer the phone...
[Wanwan, to you, I will not lie.]
This is what he promised on the rooftop of the hospital. Thinking back now, it truly seems ridiculously laughable.
Propping her elbow on the bed, she sat up, her heavy body leaning against the headboard, and dialed the number that had sent her the text.
She didn't expect it to go through, but at thirty-seven seconds, the 'beep... beep... beep...' tone ceased and was replaced by a voice: "Hello, Mrs. Mu."
The voice on the other end had been altered with voice-changing software, making it impossible to tell if it was male or female.
In the silence of the bedroom, it sounded eerie and frightening.
Nan Wan's eyes and brows were devoid of warmth as she coldly spoke, "Who are you?"
