Lying with her eyes closed for a while, she turned over, lit up her phone, and swiftly swiped to the number far away in France.
Pulling at the sleeve of her coat, she took a deep breath and dialed the number.
On the other side in France, Su Yan was similarly lying alone on the bed in the room she used to sleep in, staring blankly at the ceiling with a cigarette almost burned to the end at his fingertips.
He reached out to extinguish it, just about to light a new one when the phone under the cigarette pack lit up.
Not holding much hope, thinking it was a call for work, so when he saw that name which had flashed countless times in his mind, he immediately sat up from the bed, stared at the phone for several seconds to confirm there was no mistake, then answered.
He didn't make a sound. The call was connected for a while before a pitiful voice came from the other side: "Little Uncle..."
