In the pitch-black cave, there was a faint glimmer of light that was particularly blinding. Yu Jingrong was momentarily startled and strained to look at her phone with the corner of her eye.
It was yet another call from Li Chengyun.
This time, she was very calm and didn't randomly press the screen. She laboriously moved her fingers slowly. The environment was too harsh, she was too cold, and now her fingers were almost stiff.
What was once a simple and easy task of answering a call now consumed nearly all her energy and spirit to finally connect.
"Yu Jingrong!" On the other end of the phone, Li Chengyun's voice was deep and restrained, with a clear hint of controlled excitement. No one knew that at the moment Yu Jingrong answered, he felt as if he had come back to life.
Yu Jingrong didn't speak; her eyes were moist with warmth as she breathed heavily. Answering the call had used up all her strength, and she feared that even if she spoke, Li Chengyun wouldn't be able to hear her.
