YiMing hesitated in the kitchen room for a while as she stared at the phone in her hands. for no reason, she sighed.
She believed that she had delayed enough and after a while Walked out of the kitchen to the sitting room where the old woman was sitting on the rocking chair.
On arriving at the sitting room, YiMing's eyes met the old woman on the seat. Leaning backward, she had her eyes shut.
YiMing took a quick guess that she was already dead. And the thought of it hurt her deeply.
She took another minute to inhale and then exhaled before she looked at the phone in her hands.
XiaoSheng looked at YiMing who was looking moody at the moment. He was quite Curious about something so he asked anyways.
"But, How are you going to use the phone on him?" He asked " He might not be moved by it at all"