The night was like a hook, frequently sprinkling clear light, disorderly dotting the edge of the building, the cold light was like snow, adding melancholy to the deep summer night.
In the silent room, a red ember was flickering. Luo Chao sat lonely at the edge of the bed, a lit cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, taking a deep drag from time to time. Perhaps only the sensation brought by this cigarette could calm him a bit now.
At night, he dreamt again of Lin Yun leaving him, waking up from the fright of the dream. He didn't know why he was having such dreams, was it because he missed her too much? Luo Chao couldn't explain it.
"Lin Yun, how are you? Are you, too, missing deeply like I am!"
"Beep beep... Sorry, the number you have dialed has been disconnected!"
