Perhaps it was the self-comfort that took effect, or for some other reason, but her mood had improved greatly. She wrote down on paper the meaning represented by the last series of holes: "Question mark!"
Then, she neatly tore off the sheet of paper, stood up, and walked out of the room, instructing the guards at the door, "Don't let anyone come near."
"Yes, ma'am!" the soldier responded, and then watched the young girl clutching the telegraph paper and humming a tune as she walked away.
The telegraph office wasn't actually far from Tang Mo's room, and when Tang Mo saw the telegram that read, "When will you come to see me?" his face clearly displayed a mix of amusement and bemusement.
He hadn't expected that the telegraph he had labored to invent would now serve as a personal messaging system between himself and Alice...
This was essentially what he had heard about in his previous life, those girls who bombarded boys with linguistic bombs on WeChat...
