Before the last trace of my consciousness faded, I knew I had been saved.
Having gone without oxygen for too long, I passed out again.
When I woke again, dawn was approaching.
I slowly got up from the ground. No one was around; only a plastic bag had been left there.
Inside the bag were a bottle of water, a loaf of bread, and a phone.
It wasn't my phone. Whoever had saved me had left it for me.
I checked it. It had a SIM card, and I could make calls.
Luckily, I remembered Meng Yifan's number and called him right away.
It could only have been five or six in the morning, but Meng Yifan answered instantly.
"Who is this?"
"It's me, Chen Mo..."
My reply was weak.
"Chen Mo! Where are you? Where the fuck did you go? I'm still out here looking for you!"
Meng Yifan sounded extremely agitated over the phone. Apparently, he knew I was missing and had been looking for me all this time.
I told him I had been buried alive, my phone was gone, and someone had just rescued me. I was still at the burial site.
"Where are you?"
"I don't know..."
"Then fucking look around! If you don't tell me where you are, how am I supposed to find you?"
I hurriedly looked around and roughly worked out where I was.
"I'm in West Hill Park, up on a slope..."
"Stay there. We'll be right over!"
After hanging up, I slumped to the ground. I could barely stand.
I didn't dare eat the bread in the bag or drink the water.
Because I had remembered who had saved me.
I would have recognized that figure from behind even if she had been reduced to ashes.
It was Du Yuwei!