Countdown 64:00:00.
Eight o'clock in the morning.
"Knock knock knock," Qing Chen rapped on Yoyo's door: "Sobering up yet? You can already see the port of Mumbai from the ship. We should get ready to disembark."
With a creak, the door opened. Yoyo had just taken a shower, dressed in sportswear, and was drying her hair.
"What hairstyle do you want to see today?" Yoyo asked with a cheerful smile, "You can choose a dignified updo, clean and neat braids, or playful pigtails... I can do them all! If it's an updo, I can wear black plain glasses to match your tastes!"
"You're so lively this early... Braids will do, just in case we run into some trouble," Qing Chen said.
"Trouble? Are you worried last night's flamboyance might expose our whereabouts?" Yoyo asked. "Next time, don't indulge me so much."
"You don't need to worry about that. This Outer World trip is well-planned. The choices I've made are the best ones," Qing Chen replied.
