On a scorching summer day, a girl in a pink chiffon dress stood in the shade of a corner of the Meda playground. The mottled shadows of the trees burned on her face under the gentle breeze, and the light and shade became one and the other.

The girl gently fanned her long eyelashes, and a little baby's fat face was charming and lovely. She gently wiped her lips and looked forward expectantly as if she were waiting for someone.

"Why don't you come yet..." The girl muttered and looked down at the cell phone in her hands. "Would you like to make a phone call?"

Suddenly, the phone rang...