The night in Hong Kong's Nathan Road was imbued with a cinematic atmosphere.
Shen Jing got off the bus and casually liked Chen Yao's social media post. People were coming and going.
Leaning against the railing, she looked up at the white road signs taller than herself: HK, Nathan Road.
Shen Jing raised her phone to take a picture. Just as she pressed the shutter button, a familiar number lit up her screen, the digits seeming to flash, lingering before her eyes.
Her fingers stiffened, as if the call would disconnect at any moment if she didn't answer.
After a long struggle, she finally brought the phone to her ear. "Hello."
There was silence on the other end for a few seconds before a throaty, light "Mhm" sounded, deep and extremely weary.
Shen Jing's heart clenched tightly, and she softly murmured his name.
"Zhou Luchen."
His voice was always laced with a lazy quality. "Coming back?"
