The scars and wounds on Jian Yiling's face could easily disfigure her. Normally, girls would be incredibly worried about this problem. Jin Jin wanted to give Jian Yiling some hope.
"Can I… Borrow your phone… To make a call?" Jian Yiling asked softly.
"Of course," Jin Jin said as she graciously handed her phone to Jian Yiling. "If you have family, you should inform them of your situation. They must be incredibly worried about you."
They should have been worried about her… However… Two years had passed since then.
Jian Yiling did not know how Zhai Yunsheng was doing.
She was terrified. But even if she was terrified, she had to face reality.
As Jian Yiling had a good memory, she could remember the phone numbers of many people.
However, at this moment, she did not know who to call.
In one of her previous lives, when she was waiting for her death in the ward, she had no one to contact.
