Mona Daly was looking at a picture of San Lu in a financial magazine, missing him dearly. The article was filled with praises about him, and it brought a smile to her face. Just then, her mobile phone rang, and she quickly answered the call.
"Hello," she greeted, her voice sweet and pleasant. San Lu breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that she was safe in the hotel.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm waiting for you to come soon," she replied, her smile radiant. On the table, there was a box she wanted to give him as a gift.
"Did you eat?" San Lu inquired.
"Yeah," she replied, feeling shy.
"Sleep tight."
"Won't you come?" Her smile faded upon hearing his response.
"I have an urgent trip abroad. I'll be back soon," he explained.
Mona Daly bit her lip sadly, unable to say anything
