Jiang Yao put the phone in Xiao Ding's ear, then gently put one hand on Xiao Ding's shoulder to silently encourage him.
Xiao Ding looked up at Jiang Yao as if he had received great courage from her eyes. His voice trembled a few seconds later as he shouted, "Sis... Sis..."
It was as if he had lost his ability to speak. Xiao Ding continued to say, "Sis... sis... sis..."
Ding Xiaomei was silent for a long time, but her breathing became heavier.
"Little brother? Is that you, Little Brother?" Her voice trembled more than Xiao Ding's, and she could not hide the sobbing in her voice. "Is it you? Tell me, is it you?"
"It's me! It's me! Sister, I miss you so much." When Xiao Ding's hand gently pressed on the back of Jiang Yao's hand holding the phone, his entire body began to tremble. He suppressed his sobbing voice, but he could not stop the tears in his eyes. One by one, they fell on Jiang Yao's hand.