[Tianxin: Where are you? Your mother's very worried about you. If you see this, please call her back.]
When Mo Lingtian read her message, the blood rush and the turbulent emotions in him instantly quieted down.
It was not an illusion...
It turned out not to be an illusion...
The old vendor was humming songs and arranging his stocks. From the corner of his eye, he saw the young man, who was squatting at his door to charge his phone, suddenly stiffen his back as his fists tightened into balls. He was staring at his phone. Moments later, water droplets fell onto his handphone screen...
"Hey! Young man, what's wrong? Are you sure you don't need help?" The old man ran over to ask a little worriedly.
The man did not look up. "Give me a packet of cigarettes."
"What kind do you want? I don't have any good ones here. In fact, I'm worried you won't be used to them..."
"Anyone. It's fine."
