An Yin returned to the dormitory, took a shower, and went straight to sleep. Even though she hadn't done much, she felt completely drained.
Shi Qing looked at the mound under the pink blanket, where An Yin had curled herself up, with an even breathing coming from inside.
Without any expression, Shi Qing withdrew her gaze and let her eyelids droop.
Just then, the phone on her desk started buzzing.
Slowly, she approached the desk. On it lay an old, battered phone, with two cracks on the screen. If it weren't for the lit-up display, others would have thought it was broken.
The caller was persistent, dialing repeatedly.
A tinge of disgust flashed in Shi Qing's eyes.
The same thing happened while she was working at the bar, with the phone constantly ringing, and after work, the harassment began again.
What's more, even in the middle of the night, knowing full well she was at school, the caller didn't care about disturbing her, showing that she was not a priority to them at all.
