The night was interrupted by a series of vibrating ring tones.

The caller turned out to be Liu Ailing.

I was about to hang up but, almost involuntarily, I the call.

Upon careful thought, it seemed that my destiny was meant to end here.

"Zhao... Zhao... Sister Zhao...... help me..."

Intermittent and indistinct, close to a gas sound.

It sounded as if a throat had been cut open, air gushing out wildly.

"What happened to you?"A chill ran down my spine.

"Mo... Mo... Wenqing is going to kill me. Threw me off the third floor and now'm buried somewhere..."

I swallowed hard, curled up and stared tightly at the phone screen.

"Are you sure? You have quite a history with Mo Wenqing. How could he want to kill you?"

"Sister Zhao, please.. please save me.. I'mocating.. I don't want todie.."

She was crying; her exhalations were clearly more frequent than her inhalations. < / p >