She sat slumped on the edge of the bed, and a beam of moonlight swept in through the plane tree and fell on her extremely pale, thin, and sick face.
She pressed a series of numbers on her left hand with her trembling right hand, then put her left hand against her left ear, repeating it over and over again. Lin Yan knelt beside her on one knee, pulled her into his arms, and tried to make her stop what she was doing.
"Why doesn't he answer the phone? You talk, Lin Yan."
"Is Xiao Jianing being mean again?"
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Motto: We all need to be heroes
