The persistent ring of the cellphone would not cease even after it had already rung three times. Regardless, it showed no signs of giving up.
Finally, Chenxing toughened up her heart and answered the call.
"Hello?"
"Chenxing, it's me, Jianqing." The voice she had been longing for all these years came through the receiver. However, her feelings were far from the joy she'd initially wanted.
Perhaps, it's true that imagined scenarios are the most beautiful ones.
"Um, Jianqing, what do you need me for?"
"Can't I contact you without a reason? When did we become so distant? I couldn't even find your new number. I learned of it when I visited your grandmother today." He chuckled. "Could you come out? I'm at your grandmother's nursing home."
Chenxing considered for a moment. It had been awhile since she had last visited her grandmother.
