Before, it was like this—whenever she heard his familiar voice, she felt that even if the sky fell, it wouldn't matter because he was there to support her.
She understood that this was a kind of dependence.
The feeling of surviving a calamity was truly wonderful.
Tears streamed down her face, and she no longer knew why—fear, relief, or some other complex emotion. It was unclear, her mind was just too chaotic.
"Where are you?" Eleven raised her other hand to wipe away her tears.
Now, she really wanted to see him.
"I'm on my way, just wait a little longer, I'll be by your side very soon, okay?"
His voice was soft, removing her sense of fear.
Eleven swallowed a few times and nodded her head. "Okay, I'll wait for you."
After she spoke, she handed the phone back to Zhan Lei; perhaps they still had something to discuss.
Zhan Lei spoke a few sentences then hung up, saying to Eleven: "He'll be here soon, ma'am, please be assured, nothing will happen anymore."
