Sheng Jiayu had been in a pretty good mood today, but now she suddenly felt a bit down.
Returning home, she took off her bright red coat and sat on the sofa, feeling a bit wilted, a stark contrast to the festive atmosphere outside.
After a long while, Sheng Jiayu's phone suddenly rang. The caller ID was a string of numbers with no note, but Jiayu was all too familiar with those digits.
Her expression changed instantly, and after hesitating for a while, she reached out to take it: "Hello?"
The person on the other end remained silent for a moment before a low voice came through: "Jiayu, it's me."
Sheng Jiayu lowered her eyelids slightly: "Hmm, what's up?"
The noise in the background suggested the person was in a very noisy environment.
"I'm at the entrance of your complex, could you come out for a bit?"
