However, the moment Dugu Wu uttered his name, the call was cut off.
When she called back, the line was busy.
Yu Shijin placed his hand against the car door.
He had immediately hung up the moment he realized it was not her voice. Something like disappointment surged inside him.
His eyes glinted sharply.
He shut his eyes for a moment.
Even when leaning against the car, his entire body ached.
But he had been used to pushing himself. Even when ill, he would put up a brave front.
He remained poised as always, those deep, profound eyes of his betraying nothing.
He covered his lips with one hand and coughed lightly, regaining his composure. Just as he was about to put his cell phone back into his pocket, it rang.
There was no name for that number, but it was a number he could dial even with his eyes closed.
The sunlight was somewhat dazzling, and even Yu Shijin started to doubt whether this was reality or just a dream.
