It was already dark.

The cold wind was whistling.

Celia looked at the message, and her phone fell, and she sat on the ground right after it.

The screen had been broken, and there was a message from the man on it.

Dominic: Sweetheart, I have a terrible network here, but don't worry, I'll be back soon.

Dominic: If I didn't return, that won't happen.

Celia was clear about Dominic's phone performance. Unless he was in a signal-shielded place, he could contact ...