Song Qingchun stared at the ceiling, dwelling in her thoughts for a long time. Finally, she removed her mask, went to the bathroom to wash her face, and grabbed her phone to start making calls.
…
When Su Zhinian was in the shower, he could hear snippets of conservation from Song Qingchun's phone, but he also noticed it was prematurely cut off.
After he dried his face, got into his bed, and prepared to turn off the lights, he heard rumblings coming from the adjacent bedroom. It sounded to his mind like someone was dialing the phone, an observation that was confirmed by the dial tone that came later. It rang for a long time before it was picked up. A rather distant female voice came from it. "Hello?"
"Sister Jiang, it is me, Qingchun," Song Qingchun introduced herself softly and said in an apologetic tone, "I'm sorry, I hope I am not disturbing you by calling so late at night."
