Feeling rather dejected, Yan Xiaye returned to her room and burrowed under the covers, planning to get some rest and catch up on sleep.
However, before she could drift off into slumber, her phone rang obstinately, displaying an unfamiliar number.
Groggily rubbing her eyes, she extended a hand out from underneath the blanket and reluctantly answered the call: "Hello? Who is this?"
"Is this Yan Xiaye?"
The voice on the other end sounded tense and urgent, launching into speech before she could respond: "You came to my house a few days ago and asked me to keep an eye on Yan Shuirou. Do you remember?"
"I remember!"
The image of Mother Yan on the brink of death surged into Yan Xiaye's mind, instantly dispelling all traces of drowsiness.
She threw off the blanket, slipped on her slippers, and urgently asked, "Did you find Yan Shuirou?"
