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Luo Xiyun staggered back to her room, shutting the door with a bang. She leaned against it, her body slowly sliding down until she was seated on the floor.
She tucked her feet in, wrapped her arms around her knees, and buried her head in her legs. Her wet hair hung down, with water droplets dripping onto the floor, gradually forming a puddle.
She sat there motionless. After an unknown period, a faint melody began to play from her handbag.
A minute later, the music stopped. After a few seconds, it rang again.
It continued like this, ringing and stopping, stopping and ringing. After four or five times, she finally moved, reached out to grab her phone from the bag, answered it, and put it to her ear.
"Why did it take so long to answer? So, have you confirmed it, is that person the same one from your dream?"
From the other end, Liu Yumeng's anxious voice came through.
She stayed silent for a moment before saying, "He's not."
