The next morning, Zhang Hua received a call from her daughter in her sleep.
"Hello…" Zhang Hua answered with her eyes closed, for it was the first time she had slept so soundly in many years.
She had no reason to worry about her daughter, who was untraceable, as her daughter was well, her husband was good to her, and they had two smart, cute, and mischievous children, leaving her without any worries. Plus, she had a shoulder to lean on, which truly gave her a sense of security, without the need to think about anything else.
So when her daughter called, she remained confidently immersed in her sleep, unwilling to wake up.
Lin Xiangwan on the other end of the phone was somewhat concerned. "Mom, what's wrong? Why are you sleeping so heavily?"
"Mmm…" Zhang Hua still didn't want to open her eyes, unwilling to ponder.
