Yu Lan wasn't the only one in a panic.
Even Huo Zhanting and the others, who had also heard the sound, looked baffled.
'What on earth was Yu Wenzhou up to?'
'Was he doing this on purpose, or...'
Before the thought could even fully form...
Yu Lan, who had already rushed upstairs, slammed open the door to Yu Wenzhou's room with a BANG.
Lying silently on the bed, Yu Wenzhou appeared before them. His face was so pale it was nearly translucent, his breathing almost imperceptible.
The phone by his pillow was still insistently making noise.
But its owner could no longer get up to answer it.
To them, the deeply sleeping young man looked as if he was about to die in his sleep.
"Yu Wenzhou!"
Yu Lan was instantly terrified.
Fighting against the weakness in her limbs, she quickly ran to the man's side.
It was only when she was standing right beside Yu Wenzhou that Yu Lan realized the young man was perhaps even more fragile and gaunt than she had imagined.
