The two stood by the roadside, engaging in a casual conversation, with no hint of impatience on either face, instead exuding a complete sense of comfort.
Time quietly slipped away from them at this moment.
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
A vibrating sound came from her pocket.
An Yin lowered her head and took out her phone from her pocket. She turned aside and walked a few steps away, discovering it was a call from Ms. An, and quickly answered it.
"Where are you now? Normally, you'd be home by this time."
On the other end of the phone, Ms. An's voice was both worried and anxious.
"I've already gotten off the bus. Don't worry, I'll be home soon."
"Stay safe on the road." An Ying's voice was soft and gentle.
"Got it."
Upon hearing An Yin's response, An Ying then hung up the phone.
The person talking to the little girl on the phone must be her family, as the little girl's words were filled with complete dependence, reflected Meng Heming.
