Later that night, as Xin prepared to immerse himself in the virtual world of the game, a sudden realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.
"Seraphina!" he exclaimed aloud.
He had completely forgotten about the scheduled painting session they were supposed to have, and it had slipped his mind until now, thanks to the whirlwind of recent events.
Without wasting another moment, Xin hastily left his room, made his way to the telephone in the living room, and retrieved the number Seraphina had written on the directory.
Xin punched out a message, seeking to confirm whether their painting session was still on for the night.
Unbeknownst to him, the number he held in his hand was a priceless treasure worth millions to the right buyer.
As the message was sent, Xin had no idea that he had just contacted Seraphina directly through her personal number.