Yuan Hesheng and Deng Huiling, the couple, basically hadn't slept all night. It was only when dawn was breaking that they dozed off for a bit, but then they quickly woke up in shock.
"How many days has it been?" Deng Huiling asked groggily.
"Six-thirty," Yuan Hesheng checked his phone and answered.
Hearing this, Deng Huiling turned over and was about to get out of bed.
"Why don't you sleep a bit more, it's still early," Yuan Hesheng comforted her.
"No, if we're late, that won't be good," Deng Huiling refused flatly.
Yuan Hesheng sighed and said, "Getting up early doesn't help, the coffee shop isn't open, at least not until nine."
Hearing this, Deng Huiling paused, and her mind slowly cleared up.
"Even if I try to sleep again, I won't be able to. Let's get up and have some breakfast, we can head over there early, and even if the coffee shop isn't open, we can wait outside," Deng Huiling said.
"That works too," Yuan Hesheng stopped persuading her.
