The next day.
Lin Yuan was woken up by the sound of his cellphone.
After another busy day, and because more than seventy-two hours had passed, he no longer stayed up all night like before. Everyone took turns resting for a while.
In a daze, Lin Yuan glanced at his phone, discovering it was an unfamiliar number.
He answered the call, his voice groggy with sleep, "Hello? May I ask who you're looking for?"
"Is... is this Xiaoyuan?"
The voice on the other end sounded vaguely familiar, tinged with tremors.
Lin Yuan suddenly remembered.
It was Lin Rourou's mother; he had even dined at her home not long ago.
"Auntie, it's me, Lin Yuan."
Lin Yuan sat up straighter, asking, "What's happened?"
"It's Rourou... Little Rourou... She's been in an accident."
Mother Lin's voice was fraught with barely concealed worry and panic as she spoke, "I'm really hopeless, we don't know many people, but I know you have a good relationship with her, please save her..."
