Time had slowed to a crawl.
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Ye Qianqian spent Sunday sleeping the day away. When she finally woke up, it was evening.
The dim rays of the setting sun made everything look like they were covered in a gray veil.
None of the lights in the house were switched on, and Fang Tongtong wasn't back yet.
Ye Qianqian looked at the scene in front of her. A sense of emptiness struck her heart.
For no apparent reason, she suddenly felt as if she had been abandoned by the whole world.
Alone and desolate…
Ye Qianqian felt an ache in her heart and picked her cellphone up. She checked the time. It was 7 p.m.
She opened her contact list and dialed the number that was infinitely familiar to her.
The call was answered very quickly. There was a moment of static followed by Shen Zhilie's voice.
Shen Zhilie coughed heavily before speaking. "Is something wrong?"
Ye Qianqian's heart felt empty. It was such an unpleasant feeling.
