In a world where emotions ebbed and flowed like the tide, where the subtle nuances of human relationships held secrets yet to be revealed, the tale of Georgia and Xiaohan unfolded. It was a phone call that bridged the gaps of time and distance, and in that moment, their connection was reignited.
"Poetry! You finally thought of calling me! How are you? Are you well?" came the eager voice of Xiaohan, echoing through the phone's speaker, which was now a portal to their world.
Georgia couldn't help but curve her lips into a soft smile, her voice tender as she replied, "it may take another two days to go back to work. Xiaohan, I'm calling to ask you something..."
Curiosity piqued, Xiaohan inquired, "What's the matter?"
"I just want to ask about the situation that sent me to the hospital that day. I heard that you and sister LAN sent me to the hospital..."
Xiaohan's memory instantly rewound to that fateful day when camaraderie and concern had been their guiding lights. "Yes, the group building activities ended that day. We came back by bus later. My supervisor and I went home ahead of time."
"Well, what about PresidentJack?" Georgia's voice carried a tinge of mystery, a question that had haunted her thoughts.
"Mr. Jack left long ago. He seems to have something to do and left early."
As the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, Georgia couldn't help but feel a sense of bewilderment. "Georgia, what's the matter? What's the problem?" Xiaohan's concern was palpable.
Georgia reassured her friend in a soft voice, "it's okay. Just ask. Thank you and Sister LAN. I'll treat you to dinner another day."
Xiaohan chuckled, dismissing the formality. "It's all colleagues. Why are you so polite? Well, I'm going to write a plan here!"
"Good."
With the call concluded, Georgia was left in thoughtful silence. The enigma surrounding Jack deepened. According to Xiaohan, he had left early that day, and Sister LAN had been the one to accompany her to the hospital. It should have been a straightforward situation, but the current disparity between their interactions left Georgia perplexed.
Lost in her thoughts, a gentle knock at her door roused her from her contemplation. "Little grandma, Dr. Luo is here, are you convenient to check now?" It was Aunt Rong, the ever-watchful presence in her life.
Georgia nodded, "Yes."
As Dr. Luo examined her and left instructions for her Chinese medicine, he offered an unexpected comment, "the old lady's eyes are right. You really match Yimo better."
The mention of Jack's name caught her off guard. She couldn't help but inquire with a teasing tone, "Is it a better match? Was there a mismatch before?"
Dr. Luo's demeanor shifted slightly, and he responded diplomatically, "Even if there was, it's all in the past. Rest well, adhere to medication, and take care of your health."
With those parting words, he left, leaving Georgia to contemplate the implications of his statement. The pieces of the puzzle were beginning to fall into place – the fragrance that lingered from Jack, the mysterious Ye Wan Er, and now, the words of Dr. Luo. It all pointed to a truth she was struggling to accept.
In the midst of her turmoil, her phone buzzed, startling her. It was a call from Song Yunan. With a mix of surprise and anticipation, she picked up the call, "Hello? Ann, how did you remember to call me?"
Song Yunan, ever the dramatic artist, played his part with enthusiasm, "Georgia, guess where I am?"
"What's the matter? Have you returned to China?"
With a joyous chuckle, Song Yunan shared the exciting news, "That's right! I have a performance in Macao and I'm now in China! I may be able to see you in two days." The prospect of their reunion held a promise of its own.