When he reached the staircase, Le Sijie stopped. He suddenly remembered that he didn't know how many floors An Ran lived on and sat down.
The long wind in the corridor caused him to shiver. The voice on the other end of the phone sounded even more vague. He could vaguely hear the sound of flipping the quilt. An Ran curled up on the bed, she was so thin that she curled up into a ball.
It was so small that it was as small as a baby returning to the mother's body. It was hugging its knees, its long hair scattered, and its ears were glued to the phone.
When he heard the slight sound of sniffing his nose and his An Ran, he repeatedly emphasized,"…… I thought I could survive, but... I thought... I thought... "I thought"
Le Sijie grabbed the cold handrail of the stairs and was stunned for a m
