C505 A Night Meeting in the Hotel
Le Yao seemed to have had too much to drink this night. She spoke intermittently, her tone was erratic, and I didn't have time to respond. She had already hung up on the other end of the line. I put my phone back into my pocket. I looked at the old city again and knew that I wanted to say good night. It's not an easy thing. I still have to travel to another plane. Continue to be busy..