The Shattering of the Fantasy

When Callan arrived at the hotel in Canada, he took out his mobile phone and looked at the time. It was supposed to be night time at Vannah's place. Vannah said that it was difficult to fall asleep. He wondered if she was asleep now. He called, and she quickly answered. "Well, have you arrived?" Hearing her soft voice, Callan unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth. "I just arrived. You haven't fallen asleep yet? Did I wake you up, or can't you sleep?" "Well, I'm lying on the bed, but I can't sleep... There is something rolling back and forth in my belly, and I don't feel comfortable lying on either side." Savannah held her phone, acting like a spoiled child unconsciously. "Then, do you need me to count for you?" Callan smiled and raised his hand to stroke his eyebrows. He opened his mouth and was about to count. "Well..." Savannah stopped him. "No, you don't need to count for me every day. If you count the second time, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep if you don't count in th