Chapter 5

The phone's ringtone was my favorite love song.

I felt dazed.

When we were sixteen, we sat at the same desk.

Phone hidden in our pockets, one earbud each.

I felt him secretly hold my hand, my heart pounding.

But now, I looked around.

Seven years in a deserted island grass hut, youth already exhausted.

Patience also exhausted.

He walked over.

I nervously clutched my hem.

He didn't even look, just hung up directly.

"Secretary Davis, cancel all my appointments."

"Unless it's a life-or-death emergency, don't disturb me."

Someone outside immediately acknowledged.

He crouched down, eyes bloodshot.

Fingers threaded through…