“Playing Chopin’s Nocturne for you, in memory of my lost love, the sound as gentle as the night breeze, heartbreak sounds so beautiful, my fingers lightly tapping the keys, my longing so cautious…” Dean strangely pulled out his phone from his pocket, frowning — he never set songs as ringtones! And why was it a Chinese song? “…And I change my name for you, playing the piano under the moonlight, the response of your heartbeat, still so warm and close, missing your vivid red lip mark…” The ringtone kept ringing relentlessly. Dean glanced at the screen, Chinese?! “Miao Miao”?! Did he know her? Obviously not! Hesitantly, he answered — a scene from the elevator flashed through his mind, that elf-like beautiful girl, her phone, and his, seemed to be the same…
“Hello — Ye Ye, what are you doing? Why did it take so long to answer?” A girl asked with vigor, her voice sweet. “…” Dean didn’t respond, just frowning, so her name was ‘YEYE’. “Hello, Ye Ye, say something! Hello…” “I swapped phones with your friend; can you tell me her room number so I can swap it back?” Dean stated calmly in English. He could easily check the room number himself since the hotel was his. “Uh…? Ah! Oh, I see, she’s in room 1507.” Miao Miao, mesmerized by the pleasant male voice on the other end, foolishly gave out Ye Ye’s room number. “You, you’re not a bad guy, are you?” As if realizing something, Miao Miao added with concern. “Thank you, goodbye.” Dean hung up, amused, thinking how interesting the girl was, giving out all the information before considering safety. He stood up abruptly and strode away.
Dean arrived at the door of room 1507, which was slightly ajar. He signaled the bodyguard to wait outside, then pushed the door open. No one was in the room, but the sound of running water came from the bathroom. Dean saw his phone lying quietly on the bed. He walked over, picked it up; since he had set fingerprint recognition, he wasn’t worried about anyone peeking at his phone information. Sitting on the bed’s edge, he held both identical phones, recalling the collision earlier… Dean smiled slightly and, on a whim, used Ye Ye’s phone to call his own… leaving her number…
