"But... I saw An Shen, and your mom and dad, they were all there..." Bian Shu said nervously.
Bian Yue could only hold her shoulders, trying to comfort her: "Sister, you saw wrong. The doctor will be here soon. Let's go to sleep, okay?"
Bian Shu, however, was staring intently at Bian Yue, her expression stubborn. She said: "Bian Yue, are you lying to me? Can you really not see anything?"
Bian Yue could tell that Bian Shu's condition was getting worse.
She frowned, and it was with some effort that she finally persuaded Bian Shu to go to bed before she called Li Sihe.
The night was deep, yet the man answered the phone quickly.
As he spoke, his voice through the receiver still carried a hint of surprise, "Yueyue?"
"It's me... I'm sorry to bother you so late, but I have an urgent matter to ask you about."
After Bian Yue finished speaking, Li Sihe quickly asked: "What's the matter?"
