Zhuang Lan was awakened by Li Xiaoqin.
His mother, filled with anxiety, finally relaxed after seeing Zhuang Lan open his eyes.
"I was calling you, and you wouldn't respond; you scared me to death."
Li Xiaoqin reached out to check her son's forehead temperature. "It seems a bit warm, wait here, I'm going to find the thermometer."
Zhuang Lan sat up in confusion, unable to differentiate between dream and reality for a moment.
The incessant chatter of Li Xiaoqin drifted in.
"You're just studying too hard. Last night, I woke up at around one and saw your room light was still on. You can't keep doing this; it'll wear down your health."
Zhuang Lan stared blankly at the books spread out on the desk.
Studying hard? Wasn't he a genius?
It took a while, but Zhuang Lan finally recognized reality.
Li Xiaoqin took Zhuang Lan's temperature and, finding it wasn't high enough to be a fever, breathed a sigh of relief.
Yet, seeing her son's dazed expression, she remained worried.