Fang Lin's fingers trembled as she picked up the phone call. "Hello? Hello..."
There was a crackle, and then...
"Lin…"
"Lin.... Lin...."
Fang Lin's knees nearly gave out. Her hand clutched the edge of the table for support, her voice breaking as she whispered, "Yueyao?!"
"It's me," Yueyao said softly, the sound of her voice was dry and faint, but unmistakably hers.
The man sitting on the couch signaled Fang Lin to press the phone into loudspeaker.
"Lin Lin...."
"Please help me...."
"I'm not crazy...."
"Please help me, I'm dying..."
"Lin Lin... Help me...." You could hear that broken and lost hope voice coming from her, even if she called her, she knew she didn't have any means to help her, but she still wanted to call.
"They think I have gone crazy, but I haven't, they have locked me up like a crazy mad woman, but I'm not.... I want to die Lin Lin... I want to die...." The voice from the other end was exhausted and hopeless.