"Gone? With Shen Mo alone?" In the quiet, dark room, only the boy's whispering murmurs could be heard.
The faint light from the phone illuminated his hand, and the sound of the electricity coursing through it buzzed softly.
"Yes, and we are about... to reach the woods on the hillside..."
The voice on the other end of the phone was weak, as if he dare not continue.
After that, a chilling silence spread throughout the pitch-black room.
The boy, pale-faced, looked down, his long, thick eyelashes trembling slightly. Under his eyelids, there wasn't a spark of light in his coffee-colored eyes.
After a long while, the boy said again: "Still, isn't planning to come back for me?"
His hoarse voice was heavy with exhaustion; he could feel his hand holding the phone tremble slightly.
The person on the other end of the line paused before replying: "Yes..." Then he added: "Boss, are we really going to..."
"Hmm."
A single, nonchalant word.