There was a noise on the other end of the phone. Butong's heart immediately mentioned his voice and his eyes, and asked with trembling, "honey, why don't you talk? Don't scare me when you talk. "

"I am..." the man's low magnetic voice slowly opened, and the noise gradually disappeared. "It's a mess here. Song Chi and the police are recovering. I'm getting on the bus now."

Butong didn't care about the situation at the scene. He asked anxiously, "are you hurt?"

"no, no injuries."

Butong breathed a sigh of relief and tried not to let himself cry. He choked. "It's ok if I'm not hurt. You don't know. I've...