Who Am I in My Dream?

Buzz...

Buzz... Buzz...

Buzz... Buzz... Buzz...

The phone vibrated on the tabletop for a long time before Zhang Zian opened his eyes even a little.

So sleepy…

Really sleepy...

He wiped his face with his hand, picked up the phone, and saw the screen. It showed that the caller was... Mom.

His heart twitched inexplicably as he stared at the word for two seconds. He swiped the phone with his finger to connect.

"Hello..." His voice was a little dry.

"Hello? Zian, are you at work? Or are you still sleeping? Mom didn't bother you, did I?"

There was a familiar voice on the other end of the line, but he didn't know why. Perhaps he hadn't heard it for a long time. He felt somewhat distant from it.

"No..." His throat was really dry, and he felt like something was stuck in it.