In the midst of internal turmoil, a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on Lu Meng's forehead.
She was startled by her own thoughts.
The phone ringtone kept ringing.
She took a deep breath and reassured herself—it's broad daylight, what is there to fear?
Summoning her courage, she answered the call, "If you don't speak, I'll report you for harassment!"
"...It's me."
A familiar voice.
A familiar tone.
From the very first sound she heard, Lu Meng knew who it was.
Her lips pressed together, her body began to stiffen.
How could it be him?
A wave of fear for him surged from the depths of her heart, overwhelming her like a tidal wave.
Drowning her.
Drowning her in a flood of fear.
"Mengmeng?" Song Yunchi called tentatively when he didn't hear her voice, "Are you listening?"
Lu Meng trembled slightly. She immediately hung up, turned off the phone, and tossed it onto the bed before heading into the bathroom.
After rinsing her mouth, she twisted a towel to wash her face.
