Wang Yue Lan was also like this, silent, but she bent over the bedside and held his legs, her face full of concern.
Li Shi had already realized what had happened, knowing that he had just had a terrifying dream.
But...
"Where's my phone?"
He turned over and sat up, looking toward the bedside table on his left, searching for his phone; he needed to make a call to his mother right away!
"Here, it's here!"
Chen Qiu Ye quickly handed him the phone.
Li Shi took it, rapidly found that familiar number, and dialed.
He also glanced at the time on the screen; he had slept for far more than five hours—it was already half past ten in the morning.
Seeing Li Shi sit up, Wang Yue Lan went to open the curtains, and immediately, bright light shone in through the window.
Outside, it was a sunny day.
The phone rang four times before being picked up, and his mother's voice came from the other end: "Son, why are you calling me so early today? Aren't you in Yang Cheng with Autumn Leaves?"
