How could there be a phone here?
Gu Ningyi tilted his head to look, his eyes focusing. This phone... it was the one he used when he was in his ho country. No wonder he couldn’t find it later, he had left it here.
Gu Ningyi took the phone out. It had already run out of battery and shut down automatically. The screen was completely dark. The phone lay in his palm, his fingers slightly turning it, as he stared fixedly. Sohow, as if driven by a mysterious force, he said, "Charge this phone."
The bodyguard nodded, took the phone from Gu Ningyi, found a charger, connected it to the phone, and plugged the other end into the car’s port.
After charging for a few minutes, the phone powered on automatically. As the startup screen flashed, the phone vibrated intensely and continuously, echoing throughout the car cabin.
Everyone’s gaze involuntarily turned over. The phone screen was instantly flooded with nurous missed calls, ssages, and voicemails, vibrating vigorously for quite a while before finally calming down.
Gu Ningyi picked up the phone again. Even though he had expected it, he couldn’t help but be shaken by the sheer number.
His fingers swiped quickly, his dark eyes roughly scanning through the missed calls and ssages, most from Yuan Shen, Yuan Shi, Secretary Lin, so close friends, and Dong Xin Yan... their calls.
The ti mostly concentrated from shortly after the plane crash to about a month later.
During that ti, he was living in a state of drunken oblivion, so he had no idea about the plane crash or their frantic attempts to contact him. It was only after he was taken to the hospital that the hospital notified his mother. She rushed to the United States and told him all that had happened during that period. However, at that ti, his body was still extrely weak, so his mother asked him to rest quietly, assuring him she would handle everything, including informing everyone that he was safe.
But... a month later, there truly weren’t many missed calls and ssages anymore, yet there were still so many voicemails?
A slight trace of doubt flashed in Gu Ningyi’s eyes. His finger moved lightly, tapping to open the voicemails.
All the ssages were from one number, a number he was familiar with—Dong Xin Yan’s phone number.
Gu Ningyi’s heart involuntarily trembled. His finger tapped gently again.
The voice prompt sounded in his ear, "You have 168 voice ssages. Now playing the first ssage for you."
The prompt tone disappeared, and there was a slight buzzing in the background. After a few seconds, that voice, deeply etched in his bones, slowly began to speak, "Gu Ningyi, it’s . You can hear this, right? I believe you can. Even though everyone says you’re gone, even though they all urge to accept reality, telling not to be foolish, I believe that soone as strong as you couldn’t leave so easily. So you’re definitely still here, definitely still alive, that’s why I’m searching for you. To be honest, I don’t like Los Angeles at all. This city is too big, and the people are too many. I only have one pair of eyes and one pair of legs. I’m afraid I can’t see far or walk fast enough. If that’s the case, I won’t be able to find you quickly. Would you be angry?"
"A week has passed, and I still haven’t found you. During this week, I’ve mistaken several people for you. When I looked at their backs, I faintly felt that it was you, but when I chased after them, none of them were you. I’m not happy about this. In this endless sea of people, I don’t know where you’ve hidden, but it’s okay. If you want to hide, then hide. No matter how you hide, I’ll definitely find you."
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