Chapter 107 - Left behind
Later that night, Muchen was pacing around his living room, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. Yunfeng hadn’t replied to him in hours—no texts, no calls, nothing. It wasn’t like him. Not at all. Muchen’s chest felt tight, like someone was squeezing his heart, and that familiar sting in his stomach was back, gnawing at him. He kept checking his phone, hoping for something, anything.
And then, finally, a text came through. But it wasn’t what he expected.
’War is coming. Cities are going to be bombed. Leave the city and go somewhere safe. Prepare enough food for months and stay indoors. Prepare medicine and other things for survival.’
Muchen’s breath hitched. His fingers trembled as he stared at the screen. What the hell was this? His mind raced, panic bubbling up in his throat. He tried calling Yunfeng immediately, but all he got was that infuriating busy tone. Again and again. No answer.
"Yunfeng, what the hell is going on?" he muttered under his breath, his voice shaky. He texted back, his fingers flying over the screen.
’Yunfeng, is everything okay? What do you mean war?’
No reply.
’Yunfeng, you can tell me anything. I’ll help you. Just talk to me.’
Still nothing.
Muchen’s anxiety spiraled. He kept texting, every hour, like clockwork, but all his messages stayed unread. His heart pounded so loudly he could hear it in his ears, and that stabbing pain in his stomach grew worse. He slumped back on the sofa, groaning, clutching his phone like a lifeline.
"Those damn fans must’ve told him some crazy shit," he cursed under his breath, rubbing his aching belly. "Yunfeng, where are you?"