The light from the mobile phone screen lit up in the dim room, making Su Wan's eyes hurt.
The ultimatum of the last debt, the cold number is like a noose, tied on the old signboard of "Evening Star Dubbing Studio".
She didn't answer it and let it vibrate to a stop, as if what she was hanging up was not a phone call but some countdown to failure.
There is dust dancing in the beams of light in the air, mixed with the metallic smell of old equipment and the vague smell of aged paper.
On the wall, a black-and-white photo of her father Su Mingyuan's gentle smile looked at her quietly.
On the altar table in front of the photo, the three sticks of incense in the incense burner have been burned to the end, leaving only a section of gray incense ash, standing tremblingly and collapsing when touched.
