——Percy, save our child...
——Percy, you can blame me, but please not our child...
——Percy, you promised me that you'd be by my side always. Please, save our child, will you? If you don't want to… I can have the baby on my own and raise it by myself, just please, don't let our child die...
In the bustling Mobile Business Hall, people milled around, filling the space with noise. The heating was on full blast, and from time to time, a standard announcement rang out, informing customers which counters were available for service.
Percy held his mobile phone, standing at the entrance of the Mobile Business Hall. Many people passed by him, entering and leaving; some occasionally brushed against his shoulder. He remained still, his eyes downcast, focused on the series of over ten text messages on his screen. For a moment, his mouth went dry, and his mind lost all its ability to function.