He dialed directly, only to be met with a cold voice: "Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable."
Sheng Jianan's brow furrowed. Mrs. Sheng saw his look and approached him, "Jianan, come with me."
Sheng Jianan stood still for a moment, then followed. During this time, he was in a fog, remembering rushing over from the United States. The moment he saw his grandfather, he broke down. Later, he heard from others that his grandfather's death was inextricably linked to Tang Yanqi, and out of guilt, she disappeared to an unknown place.
But later, faintly, he remembered her appearing. At the cremation, he caught the unique scent of her clothes.
He remembered her embracing his head, and he too reached out to embrace her. Why was she missing again now?
At first, upon knowing she wasn't there, amid the grief, he felt a trace of relief. As proud and conceited as Sheng Jianan was, he didn't want his woman to see him so vulnerable, to see him fall from his pedestal.
