Wan Qi nearly dropped it when he took it, hurriedly supporting it with both hands.
"Um... Yuxia," he said, looking at Xiao Yuxia, "you don't mind if I call your friend, do you?"
"Not at all."
The moment Xiao Yuxia finished speaking, Zhang Bihuang suddenly slapped her.
"Wait!"
Zhang Bihuang's voice suddenly rose. "Wenyuan! Wenyuan still has her phone!"
Xiao Yuxia froze, then realized what he meant.
She snatched the phone from Wan Qi, opened the contacts, and found a name.
Zhang Wenyuan.
She pressed the call button.
Nothing happened.
The signal indicator on the screen showed a red X.
In the apocalypse, there was no signal.
Xiao Yuxia's hands were shaking.
She handed the phone back to Wan Qi. "Call... call this number."
Wan Qi took the phone, glanced at the name, and nodded.
He reached out a finger and lightly tapped the screen.
There was no control interface.
No number was entered.
He simply tapped it.
Then...
"I've felt the evening breeze you felt..."
Singing rang out in the conference room.
Xiao Yuxia and Zhang Bihuang clenched their hands at the same time.
The song kept playing.
"Does that mean we've embraced..."
"But like waking from a dream, my hands are empty..."
"And so is my heart..."
Wan Qi turned on the speakerphone and pushed the phone in front of Xiao Yuxia.
He kept his hand pressed against the phone...
This call, spanning an unknown number of kilometers, was sustained entirely by his supernatural power.
"Wenyuan."
Xiao Yuxia's voice trembled.
There was silence on the other end.
"Wenyuan, is that you?"
"Yes." A woman's voice came through, trembling just as much. "Are you... really Yuxia?"
"It's me."
"Bihuang's here too." Zhang Bihuang leaned closer, his voice thick with tears. "Wenyuan, it's us."
"Are you both all right?"
"We're