"Zhao Yang..." Zhang Xiuer's heart was filled with a thousand words, but when she took the phone, she didn't know what to say anymore.
"Xiu'er Sister, I'm fine," sighed Zhao Yang, "It's just that we haven't contacted for a day and a night, it's not the first time I've left you guys for this long, there's no need to make a big fuss." Though he said this, Zhao Yang couldn't stop feeling ashamed on the inside.
"But this time you were outside, and your phone couldn't be reached. I, we were really worried to death, I was so afraid that you..."
At this point, Zhang Xiuer simply couldn't continue.
In this day and night, the girls gathered together, chattering and wildly guessing, thinking of all possible scenarios, the more they guessed the more afraid they became, and the most sincere-hearted of these girls was Zhang Xiuer. The more she thought, the more worried and scared she became, truly crying several times.
