Early morning.
The sky outside was overcast, with dark clouds tumbling and the light dim and yellowish, as if at the end of dusk.
Zhou Li thought he had woken up very early, at most a little past six. But when he felt for his phone and took a look, it was already past eight. Generally speaking, other than on days when they had to wake up early for school, their family would have breakfast at seven o'clock.
Noticing his awakening, a head popped out from the top bunk.
"You're finally awake? They haven't eaten yet."
"Why didn't you wake me?"
"I didn't call... Are you washing your underwear today?"
"!!?"
"Sorry," the head from the top bunk retreated. Only the voice of the Old Monster carried over. "I heard you reciting Li Daimao's name last night."
"...I still talk in my sleep?"
"Of course, but you don't do it often. Over such a long time, I've only heard you once or twice."
"..."
