"Shirao, what are you saying? What do you want? Are you thirsty?"
He leaned in to listen.
In her dream, she didn't speak again for a while.
After he tucked her in and decided to sit back down, she started mumbling again...
"Zhan Nanjue..."
"Shirao? What are you saying?" He still couldn't hear clearly.
Her voice was low, muttering intermittently.
"Little brother..."
"Little brother..."
This time he finally heard it clearly. Gong Shirao would never call him that, she was obviously calling someone else. Ji Chiming's back suddenly stiffened.
Just then, Gong Shirao's phone rang.
Ji Chiming looked at the sleeping Gong Shirao, complex emotions swept through his heart, too tangled to sort out, as if his heart was clogged by a sponge.
The phone rang persistently.
Ji Chiming snapped back to reality and glanced at the caller ID, which was marked: 'Little Brother'.
Gong Shirao was calling for 'Little Brother', and now this 'Little Brother' was calling her?
