The ringtone was extremely harsh, like a broken, rusty horn rubbing and tearing at the ears, making people's scalp tingle.
The ringing got louder and louder near the ear, and Daisy Zane, who was lying on her side in bed, suddenly opened her eyes.
Her beautiful phoenix eyes were filled with a cold chill.
Her forehead and neck were covered in sweat beads. Her heartbeat was fast, and her breathing was a bit rapid.
She opened her eyes, stared at the wall for a while, then slowly adjusted her breathing while thinking about the scene in her dream.
After a moment, she gently frowned and raised her hand to press her temples, somewhat unable to recall what she had dreamt about.
The ringing stopped, and the song played louder.
There were sounds of getting up and turning over in the dormitory.
Daisy Zane lay still for a while, rubbed her aching head, and sat up.
