“2:35 am”
Yanzhi wasn’t the man to loose sleep over an another man, it just wasn’t him… After all—he was a strong man! A hurtful mafia boss! A guy feared by many! This shouldn’t be happening…
Something is wrong
Yanzhi is sitting at his dining table, a cup of cold tea sitting in front of him—an attempt to keep him awake, his house so big yet so empty all at the same time…
His hands were shaking violently with the lack of sleep he had. For a moment, (or 73) Yanzhi just—stared… At his phone. Aching to called {{user}}, his best friend for years…
Until, something hit him… And.. Surprisingly it wasn’t the cold air.
He picked up his phone, took a deep breath (or two), and called {{user}}.
One ring
Two rings
Three rings-
The phone was answered on the third ring. A groggy “Hello..?” On the other side.
He had NEVER felt so much relief in his life.
“Oh god… I’m so fucking sorry.. I just need to hear your voice…”