In the cold room, it was as though it had never been occupied by anyone.
Yet the young man clearly knew that just before yesterday, the owner of the room had said she would never leave him.
"Sister..." His hands and feet were cold, and with all his might, he managed to slowly walk to the desk.
The note didn't have too many words written on it.
Just a plain and simple, "I'm sorry."
But it was like a knife, slowly tearing open the young man's bleeding heart, cutting a deeper and larger wound.
After a moment of silence.
The boy seemed to wake up. He took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.
"Boss?"
Lu Xiu's voice rang out, heavy with suppressed rage, "Find the signal from An Yeran's mobile phone. Now, immediately--!!"
The unexpected roar on the other end of the call stunned the recipient, but he still quickly commanded his subordinates to start the investigation. The signal eventually disappeared at the international airport in A City.