"Miss Qiao," the other party knew Qiao En.
But the unfamiliar number concealed her identity.
Qiao En stared at the message for a long time, as if possessed, she thought of that person.
Su Nian.
She immediately redialed the number, the phone ringing incessantly, but no one answered.
Qiao En's heartbeat grew louder with each ring, she had a premonition that the woman would answer her call.
"Ring, ring, ring..."
"Ring, ring, ring..."
"Ring, ring, ring..."
On the third attempt, the call suddenly connected.
"Hello, Su Nian, is that you?"
Qiao En clutched her phone, she paced rapidly towards the window, all her nerves taut in this moment.
Outside was pitch-black, so dark she couldn't see her own hand in front of her face.
But Qiao En stared intently at a certain spot, as if trying to discern the woman hiding in the darkness.
The line was silent, without a sound.
"I know it's you, let's meet."
Qiao En said again.
