Yan Rusheng put down the phone. His expression was solemn and heavy in the darkness.
Fang Jiayin left without a word three years ago. Could it really be the reason that Xuxu had told him earlier?
That they had a child after that night?
Yan Rusheng sat for a long time with a cigarette in his hand. It burned 'till the end of the cigarette butt, and the burning sensation jarred him back to the present. He promptly threw it away in the ashtray.
He fell silent once more and turned on his laptop. He opened a mailbox he hadn't used in almost a year.
There was an unread email sent to him on the 14th of February this year. The sender's nickname was 'Quietly Waiting Jiayin'. When he saw it, Yan Rusheng was taken aback.
After Fang Jiayin had left three years ago, she didn't contact him at all. He would regularly check this mailbox every day for the past three years.
