Back in their respective rooms, both Jiang Yuzhu and Men Ling carried a heavy heart.
Jiang Yuzhu sat quietly by the window, holding her cellphone in her hand, her fingertips gently gliding over the screen, hesitating for a moment.
In the end, she opened the chat with Men Ling and began typing a message.
Jiang Yuzhu: [Men Ling, how are you feeling now? Are you okay?]
On the cellphone screen, her words seemed somewhat powerless, yet they conveyed concern.
She knew that Men Ling's feelings at the moment might be the same as hers, filled with despair.
It wasn't long before Men Ling's reply appeared on the screen.
Men Ling: [Sister Yuzhu, I'm wondering if our lives are now going to be constrained by all sorts of "safety" and "considerations"? I feel a bit suffocated...]
Reading Men Ling's reply, a deep sense of resonance surged within Jiang Yuzhu's heart. She took a deep breath and began to reply.