Cheung Qi's hand, which had been reaching toward Gou Feng, froze in midair.
He instinctively looked down.
The young man was still asleep, but his brows were tightly drawn together as though he were trapped in an unpleasant dream.
Then a tear quietly slipped from the corner of his closed eye.
Cheung Qi's expression changed.
"...A-Bao."
His voice dropped to a whisper.
"Look."
Hei Bao turned and walked back toward them.
His gaze immediately settled on Gou Feng's tear-streaked face, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
Gou Feng's lips trembled, as though speaking to someone only he could see, he murmured,
"Tell me..."
His voice was barely audible.
"Please… Who are you...?"
Silence filled the room. Neither Hei Bao nor Cheung Qi spoke.
They simply watched the sleeping young man, both wondering the same thing.
Who was he talking to?
Before either could say anything, Hei Bao's phone suddenly rang from inside his pocket.
