Once again, it was a feast. Zhang Chen and Chengyu indulged themselves, eating heartily until their mouths glistened with oil, then they extinguished the lights and went to bed.
Zhang Chen had been tormented by pain for the last seven days and hadn't had a good night's sleep, and as for Xiaodouding?
Xiaodouding, taking care of Zhang Chen, had been staying up day and night for seven days as well, even developing dark circles, naturally not sleeping well either.
Both were now full and content, lying in bed huddled together, Zhang Chen seemed to be holding his own daughter, and he fell asleep soundly.
Time flew by, suddenly the sound of a bell rang outside, startling Zhang Chen awake—this was the morning bell to wake up, but he was too sleepy, feeling dazed and unwilling to get up, so he pushed Chengyu: "The bell for the morning lesson rang, get up and wash up."
