Now that the story begins, you just have to listen to ——— Chunyu’s fear stems from a text message.
On this cold winter afternoon, the cold air from the north and south washed away all the filth, and the sky seemed to become much cleaner. But no one will notice that right under our noses, countless electromagnetic signals are shuttling through the air, over the clouds high above, over the concrete forest, over the walls and windows of the university girls’ dormitory, and quietly into a girl’s mobile phone. ——— SMS ringtones.