He stared at the phone screen, his fingertips pausing slightly just as he closed the browser.
A moment later, he looked up, leaning back in the seat, lost in thought. The sound of raindrops hitting the car window seemed like a kind of urging, yet also an unspoken warning, making one increasingly restless.
In the end, Zhao Xing couldn't suppress the unease in his heart.
He slowly exhaled, picked up the phone, hesitated for an instant, scrolled through the contacts, and dialed Lou Duan's number.
The signal waiting to be connected buzzed inside the car, weighing increasingly heavy on the heart.
Meanwhile, Lou Duan was standing by the window, staring blankly at the curtain of rain falling from the distant sky.
He didn't hear the ringtone, or rather, he heard it but chose to ignore it.
