Before Qin Guan could ask for more information, Huang Jiajia had said goodbye and hung up, leaving him confused.
After being awakened by the inexplicable call, Qin Guan couldn't fall asleep again. It was late in the night, and the moonlight poured in through the windows, silent and naughty. It was early autumn, and the insects were flying from their hiding places, seeking food for themselves. In the chilling autumn night, Qin Guan wanted to light a cigarette, but realized he had quit smoking many years ago. Fine! I can't even pretend to be doing something. I might as well go back to sleep.
