In H City, Lu Yinchu stared at the disconnected telephone in a daze, somewhat surprised.
She was expected to get angry, but he didn't anticipate the streak of petulance in her reaction.
He sighed, put away his phone, his emotions a complex mix.
He never wanted to bind her with their shared past, but he found that he was not as confident as he had thought.
In the face of love, he was just a trembling beggar. Yet if the person he begged was Nanxi, he was willing to grovel. He was willing, heart and soul.
When his phone rang again, he had just settled into his car. Recognizing the number, he squinted his eyes, put on his headphones, and answered.
"Yinchu, you're putting me in a difficult position!" the woman on the other end of the line said helplessly.
"But you're the only one who can help me, Guan La. I don't want to owe anyone anything!"
