[ The call comes to her during her sleep. So sharp a contest it is between the pleasant, light dream she has been having and the brooding, sorrowful signature that is his call, that she wakes up immediately. ] Lu Meng...? [ She inquires groggily, rubbing her eyes as she sits up in her bed. Out of habit, she also begins to comb her fingers through her acquired bed head; it's just something that she tends to do when on a "phone". Even if the other person cannot see her, she feels more apt for conversation when she is presentable.
She looks out her window to see the stars still overcast, but she knows it's still far from dawn. ] What's going on...? Can I help you?
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She looks out her window to see the stars still overcast, but she knows it's still far from dawn. ] What's going on...? Can I help you?