"Inside the Arctic Circle, there’s a Santa Claus Post Office that receives letters to Santa Claus from all over the world..."
His voice came through the receiver, ringing in her ears. His tone was actually quite beautiful, a rich baritone.
As she listened to him describe the fairy-tale-like post office, and talk about the reindeer of Lapland, the Midnight Sun and Polar Night, and the gently flowing Kemijoki River, her excitement gradually calmed down after a rollercoaster of emotions, relaxing her mind until sleepiness crept up on her.
Without realizing it, her hand holding the phone tilted to one side, and then she fell asleep.
On the other end of the phone, Leng Zimo listened to the long silence from the other end and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.
"Good night!"
After whispering those two words, he finally hung up the phone.
She was asleep, but he was not.
Putting down the phone and sitting at the desk, he looked at the blank credit card in front of him. A thought struck him, and he picked up the pen from the desk and started writing attentively.
When it was four o’clock in the Maldives, the phone in Luo Xiaoqian’s room rang again.
The sleeping Luo Xiaoqian stretched out her arm, yawned, and fumbled for a while before she managed to find the handset of the phone and bring it to her ear.
"Hello?"
"It’s four o’clock; time to wake up."
On the other end of the phone, Leng Zimo’s voice came through clearly.
"Ah!"
Luo Xiaoqian suddenly became mostly alert and sat up in a panic. Moving too abruptly, she pulled on the phone cord, and the handset slid off the edge of the table. She cried out in alarm and scrambled to catch the handset.
"What’s happened?"

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