Chu Liangxia arrived in the neighboring city at four in the morning.
By six, as the morning light began to warm, she found a hostel and checked in.
Just as she lay down on the bed, enduring the pain, she received a message from Feng Ziheng.
Yes, a message from Feng Ziheng.
She used a new number, a new phone, and hadn't saved Feng Ziheng's number, but the sight of that string of cold digits instantly transformed into his name.
It was all too familiar.
If Feng Ziheng could find the hostel she stayed at, then it was only natural that he could find her new number too.
Chu Liangxia wasn't surprised at all.
Feng Ziheng's message was just a single line of text—
[Take good care of yourself.]
Chu Liangxia lay on her side in bed, clutching her phone. The screen went from bright to dark as she stared unwaveringly at that line of text.
The first rays of dawn slanted through the window, falling on the bed and her exposed arm, warm and comforting, reaching deep into her heart.