He was accustomed to life and death, so his threshold was naturally much higher than that of ordinary people, and he couldn't truly understand how deeply the same thing could touch ordinary people's hearts.
"Help me bring the cell phone."
Xiao Yingying nodded, went out to get the cell phone, Tan Wenbin reported the number, and after Xiao Yingying dialed it, she placed the phone like a pillow against Tan Wenbin's neck.
The call was quickly connected, and there was some noise on the other end, likely from a public telephone booth outside a university dormitory.
"Hello, Tan Wenbin?"
"Of course, it's me."
"I had a nightmare again, I dreamed about you..."
Zhou Yunyun's voice choked a little.
Tan Wenbin: "Dreams are the opposite, darling, we're the proud successors of society, don't believe in that feudal superstition."
