The sudden movement of Windsor Myres on the bed surprised her, and seeing her somewhat dazed expression, she spoke in a speechless manner, "Why did you suddenly sit up, you scared me to death."
"I just remembered something." Mia Ginger smiled at her.
With her back against the wall, she sat watching Wren King speak below, motionless.
After a moment, she hugged the soft blanket in front of her tightly.
She reached under the pillow for her phone.
Holding it in her hand, she stared absentmindedly.
"What's wrong with you?" Windsor Myres climbed onto the bed, still holding a half-knitted scarf, and poked her arm with a knitting needle.
"Nothing, I just feel it's too early to sleep." Mia Ginger smiled.
"Ha, you're thinking of going downstairs to call your Dr. Jackson, right?" Windsor Myres looked at the phone in her hand, pursing her lips, showing a look of "I totally know you."
Mia Ginger didn't say anything, but her phone suddenly rang.
Incoming call: Instructor.
