Mrs. Duan went upstairs and knocked on Duan Xingzhi's door, "Xingzhi, are you awake?"
Duan Xingzhi hadn't really slept that night either. He only felt slightly drowsy around five in the morning, but it was more like resting his eyes without fully falling asleep.
As soon as Mrs. Duan knocked on the door, he woke up immediately.
"Awake."
Mrs. Duan pushed the door open and, seeing her son's unwell expression, was taken aback, "Why do you look so pale? Didn't you rest well?"
Duan Xingzhi rubbed his face, sitting on the bed without any intention of getting up, his brows slightly furrowed, a look of sorrow on his face.
"Well, I haven't been sleeping well recently, Mom, you don't need to worry."
Even though he said so, what mother wouldn't worry about her child's health? She sighed softly, "Is it too much work or... something happened, can you talk to Mom about it?"
