Not long after, a middle-aged man came over from the other side of the corridor and said to the group of people here, "The funeral home has been contacted, they'll send someone over soon, and it should take about an hour and a half to get here."
The corridor, which had been relatively quiet, was filled once again with the sound of sobbing…
Sheng Jiayu only received Mu Ke's reply the next morning.
[I'm not in B City, what's up?]
Looking at the cold words, Sheng Jiayu could fully imagine Mu Ke's aloof demeanor when saying this. She replied: [It's nothing]
There was no further response from the other side.
Sheng Jiayu looked at her own dark circles in the mirror; she didn't know why, but after hearing the woman's voice from Mu Ke's phone, she found herself losing sleep.
Was it out of jealousy?
Sheng Jiayu felt it wasn't, because she could clearly feel that she was more afraid than anything.
