Wang Xiuli heard her son's voice on the phone, and the heart that had been lodged in her throat finally eased a little.
She was so preoccupied with panic and worry that she didn't notice how overly calm and gentle her son's tone was, which was jarring against the frantic crying and screaming coming from the receiver.
That calm voice seemed as if it came from another world, starkly contrasting with the surrounding chaos.
Wang Xiuli's voice trembled, "Mu, are you... also at the Eighth Academy?"
Feng Mu looked up at the drone that flew overhead, offered no more explanation, and merely replied with a faint "Mm."
Wang Xiuli's hand gripping the phone shook violently, her knuckles turning white from the strain, "Your sister, Yuhuai, she...?"
Feng Mu hesitated for a moment and said softly:
"Yuhuai is being chased by some monsters. I don't know... I'm a bit far away."
The phone resounded with uncontainable sobbing, and Wang Xiuli's voice was nearly breaking:
