After ending the conversation with Le Yao, no matter what I did, I couldn't fall asleep peacefully. The roaring sound of a road roller inexplicably echoed in my mind, along with the rows of rusted railings under the overpass.

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I tried hard to recall, only to realize that this scene didn't appear in my mind without reason. Years ago, Robben and I really lived under that overpass for a while. It was the darkest period of our lives, accompanied daily by the strong scent of engine oil and the thunderous noise of road rollers, gazing at the boundless future with lackluster eyes.

The reason these images came back to me was because I had a strong premonition that Robben's life was about to face an unprecedented shock, a shock that might send him back into those dark years.

Barefoot, I went to the window, pulled back the curtains and opened the window. A warm breeze blew in my face, and the outline of the sunrise began to emerge faintly on the horizon. A morning at the end of spring arrived like this... but I felt more and more exhausted.

After a long silence, my phone finally rang. Without guessing, I knew it was a message from Mi Cai.

I walked back to the bed, half-lying down, and then opened the message: "It's almost morning over there, why aren't you resting?"

"Can't sleep... Why did you only reply now?"

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