The neon light and shadow passing by the car window made mottled marks on Su Wan's pale face.
The leather seats of the old Mercedes-Benz sedan exude an old smell, mixed with the futile sweetness of the car aromatherapy.
The phone continued to vibrate in the palm of my hand, like a heart about to explode at any moment.
Debt collection text messages came one after another, and the wording ranged from polite to cold. In the end, only the account number and shocking figures were left.
"Condolences" from several former friends were mixed in, and the words were as unified as a group message: "Wanwan, I heard that your family... Is okay? If you need help, just ask." Followed by a non-painful emoticon.
Help?
Su Wan twitched the corners of her mouth, her fingertips were cold.
My father has not been home for three days, and the company headquarters is said to have been sealed.
