During the night, Han Chen sent many messages, mostly filled with apologies. Before going to bed, Zhou Mo took a glance at her phone, turned it off, and placed it under her pillow before burying herself under the covers.
The next morning, with swollen eyes, she was awakened by the sound of her phone ringing. It was Shen Pan.
"What's wrong, little girl?" Zhou Mo sounded tired.
Shen Pan's voice was even more tired and hoarse, as if her throat was scraped by a knife. "Mo Mo, I think I have a fever."
Zhou Mo immediately became alert and worried. "What happened?"
"I don't know. I felt unwell last night, and this morning I realized I had a fever. I can't get up."
"Where is Lu Zhishu?"
"He's on a business trip. He's still in Haicheng."
"Haicheng again..."
Shen Pan didn't understand, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing. Just lie down, I'll come over right away."