Clutching her phone, she paced back and forth, without a clue who to turn to.
The residents of Yunding had never seen the cat.
She found a landline downstairs.
Shen Jing knew Zhou Luchen's number by heart.
At this time, he was supposed to be awake.
The phone rang for a long while. Just as Shen Jing was about to give up, he finally picked up.
The familiar "Hmm?" came through the receiver, shattering the calm she had feigned for so long, sending her heart into a frantic dance within her chest.
Even just his breathing, just a simple "Hmm," always brought an unfounded sense of security that unveiled her vulnerability and helplessness, causing her to panic, her nose to tingle, her eyes to redden.
Her voice choked with sobs. "Miaomiao is missing."
Having voiced her heartfelt anxiety, an inexplicable sense of grievance filled her, nearly bringing her to tears.
