In the morning of the next day, Gu Ran stretched out his hands under the quilt to fumble around for the phone, but he couldn't find the familiar metal shell. He got up in a daze, bent over the edge of the bed, but didn't see it.

"I remember? It seems to be placed next to the bed..." Gu Ran muttered to himself.

The cold was more serious than yesterday, and Gu Ran felt his head was about to explode at this moment, as if someone had held a light bulb to shine on his temples, so swollen? His? Veins were exposed.

I didn't hear the alarm clock, it should be early.

Gu Ran lay paralyzed on the bed for a while, slowly got out of bed, put on slippers to wash up, rubbed his eyes, and found the mobile phone lying alone on the sink.

He picked up the phone and turned on the screen, and the time suddenly jumped.

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