At night, Crystal woke up sweating from her nightmare.The servant somehow slipped down on the carpet and fell asleep by the door.Crystal opened her eyes in tears. It was dark and still. She looked down at the overlapping lights, her heart aching as if she had been sliced open by razor blades.She tiptoed out of bed and picked up the phone from the bedside table.She walked barefoot into the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and stared at the black screen for a while.A week before, she had lost control of herself and seemed to have unconsciously dialed the number she had branded at her fingertips.But there came a female voice without feeling: