"Hello, the number you dialed is turned off..."
After several calls with the same response, Qin Yuanzhen's fingertips holding the phone turned white, and he finally smashed the phone out of anger.
The person he was calling was in the rain...
The patter of rain wet his clothes, and in the small area illuminated by the lights on the roadside, his figure with drooping eyebrows briefly appeared.
He walked aimlessly, not knowing where he was going.
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