Shen Zhaoli, who had been upstairs for quite some time, finally came down holding the phone, his expression agitated, and said, "Bian Yue! A call from Shen Jinci!"
Bian Yue turned to look at Shen Zhaoli abruptly, her expression urgent as she ran towards him, impatient to take the phone from him.
Her palms were sweaty as she took the cell phone and brought it to her ear, her voice trembling, "Jinci... where are you?"
The sunlight in S state carried the salty smell of the sea breeze. Shen Jinci stood inside a church, his fingers covered in blood. As he listened to Bian Yue's voice, he said in an unruffled and gentle tone, "Yueyue, I'm on a business trip, didn't I tell you?"
"When will you be back?" Bian Yue asked eagerly. "I want to come find you."
"Very soon, I'll be back in a few days," Shen Jinci paused, then comforted her softly, "It's chaotic abroad. If you come now, you'll only distract me. Wait for me in Xiangjiang, okay?"
