"Drops and drops --" The mobile phone rings.

Nightscape lifts its head from the front of the computer, picks up the mobile phone slowly, and wrinkles when it sees the caller's display.

He thought about it before he picked up the phone and put it in his ear: "Grandpa."

"Jing Ling, I heard you took off the mask?" The voice at the other end of the phone was so flat that no one could hear joy, anger or sorrow.

The nightscape responded simply, "Yes."

"Well, that's a good thing! Grandpa is very happy for you. He said that he was happy, but the voice of the cold mountain at night...