That night Mu Yuehan could not fall asleep. He was thinking of his angle. He was trying his best to remember something from his past, at least her name, but all was in vain.
After counting, three thousand, one hundred and twenty-nine sheep, he was finally able to fall asleep.
The next morning, Mu Yuehan was woken up by the ringing of his phone. He groaned and picked up his phone. He cursed when he saw the name Zhan Wei appearing on the screen.
"Enemy of my sleep." Mu Yuehan cursed under his breath and picked up the call. "What? Why have you disturbed my sleep?"
"Mu Yuehan, here I died and there you are concerned about your sleep." Mu Yuehan then heard a scream from the other side of the phone, making his ears numb.
"Stop acting like a drama queen, tell me what happened?" Mu Yuehan murmured sleepily.
