Ever since reading the letter I had written, Han Xue had felt each day drag by like a year. Before every call, she knew the truth, but she still could not bring herself to put aside her pride and call me. Only after reading the letter did she truly awaken to reality. Yet every time she picked up the phone and dialed again and again, all she received was the heartbreaking reply: "Sorry! The number you have dialed has been disconnected."
By then, I had already left with Feng'er, and naturally, my old phone number was no longer in use. Even so, Han Xue called that number every day without fail. Whenever she had free time, she would try it, hoping that one day the call might suddenly go through. But every time, she received the same reply.
Every night, Han Xue missed me terribly. Later, unable to endure the pain of longing, she simply used work to numb herself, working desperately and finding things to do every day. As a result, she was utterly exhausted after work and would fall asleep the moment her head hit the pillow. Yet whenever she got up the next day to practice the fist technique I had taught her, she noticed something strange. Every time she began practicing, she would feel a faint, warm current of air emanating from the Jade Pendant at her chest. It seemed to burrow into her body and flow along her blood vessels together with her blood. After completing the routine, all the fatigue from the previous day would vanish, and she would feel completely refreshed.
After Han Xue's frantic work over the past few days, the hotel's business climbed another step.
When she arrived at the company this morning, she immediately received news from the head office: