C908 Disconnected

With Fatty's departure, my heart had followed him. In the past, no matter what we did, the two of us would always be together. This time, he left, and I was lying here. My heart felt anxious, and it was not a good thing.

Fortunately, we still had a phone call that we could use. Every three to five hours, Fatty would call me or send me a message to tell me that he was safe