She didn't know how long she had been running, how long she had been crying. It was only when she was too tired to run, too thirsty to cry even a single tear, that she finally stopped.
It was already dark, lamplight dimly illuminating the sidewalk. There weren't many people on the street, because it was dinner time.
Ying Luoxue couldn't worry about whether the flowerbeds by the roadside were clean or not. She sat down on them with a thud, wiped her little face. Even without a mirror, she knew how disheveled she must look. She pulled out her phone and dialed Yu Ming's number.
But after a few rings, a man answered. He spoke briskly, "Yu Ming is prepping for a car race, there's a match tonight. Call back after twelve."
Before she could even speak, the other party had hung up. Luoxue tried calling again only to be met with busy tone after busy tone.
