The truck driver took back his phone and then drove away.
She crouched painfully on the ground, large tears falling onto the black asphalt road.
She couldn't go anywhere now; she felt a sense of utter desperation.
...
Asher Land walked out of the bathroom and picked up his phone, which showed five missed calls.
They were from completely unfamiliar numbers. Without much thought, he tossed the phone casually onto the bedside table.
But somehow, an inexplicable anxiety clogged his heart. It was as if he sensed something, and he picked up the phone again.
"Hello, this is Asher Land." His voice was cold as he spoke.
...
Sophie Smith curled up on a bench by the roadside, her hands tightly clasped together. She was freezing, truly freezing. Her clothes weren't completely dry yet, and the cold wind was blowing through. She was only wearing a thin and tattered dress.
