Even though the message appeared as text before her eyes, to Yan Xiaye, it seemed as if it automatically played in her ear at the same time.
In those nightmares where she was tortured and beaten, the man with rat-like eyes always spoke in a tone as if he was the most important person in the world. His voice, along with his belt, had been etched into her brain, an inescapable presence she was powerless to forget.
Her pupil dilated rapidly as she focused on the text message for a few seconds before tremblingly hitting replay.
She felt certain that the person sending the message was the man with the rat eyes, but hearing his voice herself would a stronger assurance.
"I'm sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service..."
Listlessly listening to the busy tone on the line, Yan Xiaye switched back to the message screen, her gaze fixated on the three characters "Yan Shuirou."
